Wednesday, 29 June 2011

The Fantastic Fall

He was clinging to confusion's cliff
With the tightest possible grip
As his body began to go stiff
His hands began to rip.

To his luck , he found  a thread
He thought of  holding on to it
Only realizing its a serpent instead
After he was severely bit

He prefers to fall silently
Towards the sea of reality
Swaying in the wind gallantly
 He discovers his inner serenity. 

Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday