Falling

Margaret V.Doran

"No, no," I cry,
not knowing how to awaken your soul
"This is all wrong!
You must believe there is another choice!"
But the wind rushing past your ears
consumes my voice.

"Look, look," I scream,
reaching out
"I am here to catch you!
I will hold you fast!"
But the darkness that surrounds you
blinds your eyes until you've passed.

Over and over I endure, impotent
as you rush ever harder, ever faster
to fatality
your destiny falsely forged
by a cunning, deceptive reality

This is one of several poems written over the course of one year for my friend and poet Brenda Brabender who took her own life on May 21, 2003. Other titles include Empathy | The Maple | Not Alone | V | Whole | Worth | Brenda is my sketch of my friend.

Copyright © 2003 Margaret V. Doran. All rights reserved.

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Updated May 23, 2003
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