Freefall

Im walking down a hill

My hands running 

Down

The cold pipe

Carrying my dread

The cold realisation

I tread on the weak ground

And my mind swallows me whole

No

I promised myself 

Enough

I try to hold on 

To something

Anything

But all of it has gone

There is only nothing

So I fall 

Freely

Everything is pointless now

All those pointless promises

All those hurried hopes

I should have known

I would have returned here

So I fall

Back

Into your

Beautiful

Poisonous

Arms