POETIC REVIVAL

Drifting, drifting, aimlessly drifting  Like a feather that got away Drifting here and there  Resting softly anywhere Rising slowly  to fall down again Drifting for hours on end Resting here and there and everywhere To drift again, slowly, maddeningly all day.

I was falling falling in darkness falling in slow motion there was utter loneliness nothing but the darkest dark darkness and cold and I was falling  It may have been a nightmare I don't know there was no end to the fall to the darkness it could have been a few moments but I felt that I had been falling all my life blackness was all I could see There was nothing before that I felt that there would be nothing after Maybe this is what death is like Maybe.