Falling

• Jessica Knape, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2014

Falling. All I can feel is falling.
That feeling when your stomach drops, making you want to be sick, but only lasting for a moment.
Except now I can’t shake it off.
I can’t move.
I can only fall.
Thinking hurts, just like moving or speaking.
My thoughts jumble up, mixing together like a pack of cards until I can’t decipher one from another, everything just blurry and incoherent.
I want to question about where I am, or what has happened.
But I can’t.
People think that when you unconscious everything is black.
But they’re wrong.
Everything is nothing. Everything has no colour, or shape.
I don’t know where I am.
I can’t escape, I can’t wake up.
I can only fall.