Falling down an abyss
Bottom unknown
Falling in a blackness so thick
Screams cannot penetrate it
A hand catches.
A faint suspended hope
A momentary lecherous security
Before the fall begins
A hand catches.
A frantic hope
A fool’s grasp is never secure
Falling again
A hand catches.
A daring hope
A willful hand lets go at whim
Air rushes. Screams unheard.
A hand catches.
A hope that declares itself nonexistent
Exists to declare.
Hoping is all hope knows to do.
A cautious grasp
This time she lets go.
Christina De Silva
14 November 2009
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