Falling.

[Fkeu'itan]

There was something.
Something I lost,
What seems like,
An age ago.

It was something,
I truly once posessed.
Something that meant,
So much to me.

I lost my footing. Fell in.
Stepped too far,
In the wrong direction.
Plummeting into oblivion.

But I found a hold,
An outcrop,
Posing itself off the
Slick, vertical walls.

And I latched on,
Held on with all my might.
But now I feel,
Those fingers slipping again.

I know not if I,
Will ever see,
That sweet light of day,
Light at the mouth of the hole.

But I will always be,
There.
Clinging to the ledge,
By my very fingertips.

I could be helped,
Helped out of this hole.
This sickening madness.
A saviour with a link.

But it seems,
There is no one stood
At the top of the hole.
No one.

There was something.
Something I lost,
What seems like,
An age ago.

It was the hope of love.