Falling

Wandering the listless earthen aisles
where my mind is snared
by tools of pedestrian invention.

Seeing the looming specters
from esteem's black holes
lurking in so many places
waiting in promised suffocating
attention
to suck me deep
into a hearth of pure ebony decay.

Hiding from my destiny
till the arms of fate claw
finally succumbing
the tug of a shadowy hollow,
falling inward
where there is no bottom
for my angst.

Plummeting
beyond any light of promise
where the wind from unrequited desires
reigns and torments.

All taking place in a heart beat
head still riding
like tomorrow
starts with dawn.