I just wrote this one tonight (finished it about 10 minutes ago) so I haven't come up with a title yet (in fact, this is the first time I'm typing it out). It's the first new poem that I've written in a very long time. Why do these things always come to be when I want to be sleeping? LOL
The higher I climb, the deeper I fall.
Doing whatever I can just to stall
the inevitable realization that I'm lost
behind the imaginary line that I've crossed.
No rescue in sight, no plan of attack.
Hoping against hope that I'll find my way back.
Biding and wasting my time until then
and wondering how this could have happened again.
