Feb. 29, 2012 at 9:45pm with 6 notes
Reblogged from awordtotheweird
angrypantheonwritingalonelonelinessangersadpoempoetrylosing it
I am a Pantheon without pillars

joshuawords:

Support

None

I’m the crashing sky

Where is my atlas?

I am tumbling tree

Where are my roots?

I am the falling rain

Where is my river?

I am the crumbling coliseum

Where is my arch?

Where is my ladder?

My step?

My St. Peter’s rock?

My railing?

My hold?

My footing?

I’m slipping

So fast

And I’m falling

Down

Where are you?

I thought you would catch me.