It’s like standing on the edge of a cliff –
and looking down
a downward spiral into a whirlpool,
that drains your dreams delicately
into a sealed bowl.
it’s like staring into the sky, and falling
that feeling you get when you know what’s coming
a nauseous feeling in your stomach,
the tingling of your feet and the absence of feeling in your arm
it’s like a clock going backwards
as everything moves forwards
like a gesture made often but
it’s like sitting on the train tracks
waiting for it to come
to wake up and ride away
to steal pain and numb the sadness
it’s like waking up from a bad dream
into a nightmare – that sudden feeling of worry
that washes over and drowns
it’s like falling off the cliff
watching that whirlpool wait to consume
knowing what awaits and accepting.
I would write a description, but I don’t know a story that could explain where this would come from.