Falling through the sky,
Falling through the ranks,
Falling from the highest perch,
Falling to the floor.
That sinking feeling you get inside,
As you begin to drop.
The sudden jerk,
That flying sensation,
Then the hurtling to the floor.
It doesn't seem to matter,
What you may fall from.
The feeling stays the same,
With each and every one.
© Emily Hay 30/10/2012
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