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Laura Harwood Oct 2015
Falling
Falling
As I fall, relief crashes over in a wave
Bundling up in warmth, I’m in my personal cave
Falling
Falling
Anxiously waiting to fall into the abyss
On my forehead, I feel the feather of a kiss
Falling
Falling
Slowly losing consciousness I do not frown
Sinking like an anchor down, down, down
Falling
Falling
It’s here. I’ve been waiting for so long
The stress slips away, and I hear an angel’s song
Falling
Falling*
And as I count my last sheep,
I finally fall asleep.

— The End —