As I Fall

• Abigail Bazroy , Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2022

The autumn breeze whispers to me,
Reminding me of how I will fall,
Describing my slow, painful demise
As I watch my surroundings grow tall.
What once was bright green, now stained with blood,
As my perishing heart grows weaker,
For a wound impaled by the wind, time and again,
Only causes the hurt to root deeper.
Yet I’m still falling, this pain long-lasting,
The clouds have not a clue what I suffer.
Clueless, blank stares from all around me,
I am too afraid to take cover.
Now I am closer to reaching the earth.
Maybe if I dwell in eternal rest,
These thoughts, these souls, that crush me down,
Will leave me be, in peace once again.