*I think
my chest is heaving,
I'm
grieving,
perceiving
a person that I don't
understand.
Where has the time
gone?
I'm growing older and older,
I can't
climb,
now I'm falling.
Still.
My feet are still, but I'm falling.
Screaming out,
calling for a friend.
But, no one's here.
Is this the
end?*