Falling... A Poem
The ice
Is glued to my face.
The air
Swooshes by at
Ridiculous speed.
I have no legs
No arms
No tounge
No nose.
Yet
I still feel
Feel my brain
Telling me
Stop.
My arms telling me
hold on .
To what.
To air.
To life.
To love.
To you.
YOU ARE READING
Falling
PoetryA poem whichcan be interpreted any way you like. Figure it out yourself.
