I'm falling,
But no one will catch me.
I need a hand,
But no one will lend one.
I keep on twirling,
To my end.
I kept on going,
Wondering when someone will help.
I tilt my head,
As I look up.
All I see is the blue sky,
Dotted with little clouds.
I look back down,
Not expecting to see grass.
I am out of the hole,
Free once more.
But no one had helped me,
I had helped myself.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Poetry
PuisiPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
