Post #5357

The Fall #review#poem#poetry#Abhijit What have I become? A lonely creature, Hanging by the wrist in chains, To a peak of the topmost mountain. I think even the mountain wants to let loose of me, To set myself free or to free himself from mine, I try to see down but to no avail I see even a glimpse, Like a never-ending abyss, To which I may fall till the end of eternity. But a mystery sets me to intrigue, That what is the purpose of mine if not to fall, May that be my destiny. But why so much of waiting, Just let me loose and all is done. As each day becomes the past, My thoughts and memories fade, Stripped of all emotions. I have become the mountain itself, Hard and ice and cold and sharp. Now I see it hahahaha, Last of my laugh but mere a smile, This is the fall, And I am abyss itself, Only empty.