Falling
falling down an abyss of pain
falling from the temptation of pleasure
pleasure and its sweet caress of sensation and affection
like a nice ruby drop of blood seeping from the skin and dribbling lightly into ur mouth
u think that the falling doesnt stop
u try to hold on and not fall as hard
but then u see a rope off the the right
its yellow hay like thatched stitches
those tiny stitches save u you you begin to climb
you struggle
you pull on for dear life
the gravity of pain pushing you down
and others at the top of the rope trying to cut through it
with the shiny glitsening razor  
a knife of doubt
a knife of hidden history
with the sting of insecurity
and the puncture of past
you panic
you climb harder
hoping the stitches of your work pull through its sharp paining abuse
people throw rocks
trying to push u into that abyss of darkness
with u realising that there is light in the infinite darkness
you ease up and u jus rely on your thatched rope of work
your only resort that u have dumped your solefull paining heart into
and magically
the rope glows
it glows with forgivness
and it glows with hope
you tear
knowing that the rope has been mended
knowing that the rope cannot be destroyed
so long as u believe in its power
and know that that rope is your own
the people at top become angry
they are the ugly face of your past
and they resent u have forgotten them
they cast rocks bigger and harder
they become stronger with evey ounce of detestment that u shove into their awful cloudy face
but u hold on to that rope
as the rope smoothly and passionatly slides u back to the top
you begin to realize the ugly people of past
cannot harm your well being
and with every ounce of belief lost
they fade into the mist
they disinigrate as part of your mind rests
it rests and forgets that, that has haunted and pained it for so long
you climb out to a passionetly bright valley
a shining sun warmly caressing the tips of flowers that flourish
with the most passionate color of beauty you have ever fathomed
u whisper as it is lost in the wind
for words are not needed
so the mind takes it out of your lungs and your mind
the wind makes u forget, makes u live for that very moment
and for that you cry
you cry tears of relief and forget
knowing that the abyss has closed
it has shut away from youre mind
it has shut away form your very existance
with knowing the fact it shall form and encloud another with its dark drive