I feel stuck, trapped,
in the vast space entitled of freedom.
And I am free- no chains to hold me down,
no strings for me to hang on,
yet the suffocation I am surrounded by,
has me lost in a world of void,
dropping down the rabbit-hole,
hands stretched out to hold onto something,
something- anything,
as the fear creeps and crawls up my spine,
terrified of what lays behind.
A blink and it vanishes,
shrouded by pristine white light,
clouds embedded onto a blue-blue sky,
the grass below looks soft and kind,
yet the wretched mind of mine sees it,
getting closer inch-by-inch,
getting further by miles-by-miles.
And the truth lays bare to my eyes,
the heaven above- closer it lies,
the ones beside me- have fallen are a few,
but a thousand lot are the ones that float around.
Gone is the home we came from,
none is the land we can call home,
rainbows have drawn, the eclipse shown,
cursed are these drops, dwindling high above.