I've been composing snatches of poetry every few days. I'll be sitting at home, on the computer, in bed in the evening, listening to the radio, and an idea pops into my head. Sometimes I'll write it down, if I think it's going somewhere. I've had some one-liners leap at me, but I don't usually write them down.
Came up with this one while on Facebook. I think if I get a few more, I'll make a collection of them and put it on here.
This one is called "Falling".
Falling, falling, falling into the dark. It stalks me, it hunts me, it chases me down. Where is the light? Why does it hide? I need a trail, something to follow.
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