I tumble, I fall
My mind doesn’t see
The picture that’s my heart
Of aching descents
Spiraling into tunnels,
Burrows …
And as I try to voice the echo
As it slowly rises
It evades me, silently sinking beneath
The only sign of disturbance
A ripple, glistening on my cheek
A tell tale marker of what lies below
The surface of my soul
Such sorrow
Burrows …
Too small to make a difference
The hand that stirs
A tiny part, to gasp for air
Yet grey and dark
To stop and stare
A footprint on a paving stone
A grizzling sound
A faded room
Just Air