The Fear Of Falling

So, is this the fear of falling, the fall which I’ve so often feared?

And, is this feeling of emptiness, one to which I am to revere?

And, is that my friend The Grim Reaper, staring me in the face?

And, are the feelings I have now, destined to be commonplace?

And, if this life thing is easy, why do I want to escape?

And, if my appointment with life came, just when did I become late?

This loneliness that I encounter, is one I can do well without.

These feelings of depravation, I seem to know too much about.

So, this is the fear of falling, this is the fall that I feared.

These are the cries for assistance, the tears I’ve been crying for years.