Falling

such stillness in the air
no commotion everywhere
a state at which no one will stumble
nor any idea is in a state of jumble

you try to speak
all you hear is a shriek
as you try to regain your balance
you always fall back into a trance

you lose your state of being
as you feel things fleeing
nothing you can do now
except your beliefs to disavow

then you stop
like a stone that goes plop
your life before you
no chance to say adieu

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