Your words are wind;
And so they blew me off to cloud nine,
It all felt so magical,
And I thought you were mine.
I was held afloat-
Suspended in mid air,
I trusted you would break my fall
But when I fell, you weren’t there.
So I fell;
I fell for you,
Hearing nothing but your windy words
As they blew me into the blues.
I landed hard;
Landed on my head,
Land to my skull
I should have been dead
But I lived;
Paramedics diagnosed me with amnesia,
I suffered memory loss
I had no clue how I got there..
So I went looking for clues
And guess what I found…
I found you-
The whole reason I crashed onto the ground…
Then you spoke;
You spoke again-
And I hovered back to those heights
With absolutely no recollection of the pain
And so I keep falling;
Day and night-
Waiting on you to catch me;
Woe to my fallen heights….
By: Phanuel Ayelum.
This was a draft from a poem I was working on initially…
I’m hoping to have a sequel to this and later on write my first poetic story. Feedback is always appreciated!
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