Mar 2014
The man with the golden hair falling
Nothing to hang on to as he descended
He took a deep breathe
I couldn't make out the words
Nobody acted like they believed me
I was floating
Walls and ceilings were lost in vast, arching shadows
Distorted like funhouse images
Who wants to die alone?
Where no days break or nights fall
The rising sun was shining now
But besides that, there's nothing
Nothing to hang on to as he descended
He took a deep breathe
I couldn't make out the words
Nobody acted like they believed me
I was floating
Walls and ceilings were lost in vast, arching shadows
Distorted like funhouse images
Who wants to die alone?
Where no days break or nights fall
The rising sun was shining now
But besides that, there's nothing
This was another assignment in my poetry class. This is a found poem, so all the lines were taken from "The Extraordinary Adventures of Alfred Kropp" by Rick Yancey.
