Slowly I
fall,
Loosing my
grip I begin to decay.
You were my
rock.
… as
unstable as it was at least I stayed above.
Now I drown.
The tears
that were once under me
Have now
become the ocean I die in.
My rock
vanishes, my heart stops, splash
I am gone.
Copyright © 2014
Ashlie Pfeifer
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