On Slopes

i want
i never want to be here.
i hate it here.

i want to run
i wish to jump off this cliff

and free fall
once again.

i remember the time
of always falling.
and never gripping

but still being constrained.

and in a sense

i am still here.

i’m stuck falling
i’m always failing

and i hate being here.

i wish.
so wish
to never fail again

i wish
never wish
to be filled with disdain

i desire to do something
besides try in vein
to clamber up this wall.

and so
i run
and i stumble
and i fall

and i roll
off the cliffside.

and again

i am stranded.
always falling

terrified.
yet
apathetic 

and i am painfully silent
in the face of my tragedy.


so i’ll hide my face
and continue falling

just always falling.