I fell off
from the bed beside my keepsake jar
Blunt rusty winter cutting me
And its claws engulfed me
To make me a shell of a person
I fell off
Of the balcony where I ruminate about my tedious stochastic life
Life where I use the word "you" to keep you still in my thoughts
But I feel nothing
And it rattles me to the core
I fell off
From the horse that I ride every year
I am not as altruistic as I was
And I never knew how to love
Despite all the futile attempt
I fell off
Of my own mind
I feel too much
And the heart of the recipient,
Yearns for another futile heart
I fell off
Not just as a person
But as a human being
And I exist
As a transient being.
I fell off
From the fabric of time
Killing time is all I did,
And they told me
I was overdue.
I fell off
Knowing I will keep falling
Like the autumn leaves on empty street
Perhaps like a debris
Of dead fish bowl.
