Darkness: Poetry Series


I slip and slowly start to fall

into the bottomless pit

I reach for your hand, but you just stand there and 

watch me...

laughing, laughing all the way until all I see is your face at 

the top of this sea of black.

My heart wishes you were still with me

but my brain fights back, pushing

the tears down my face.

The tears fall as I fall, 

into the never ending



beneath me.

Dalea FaulknerComment