Underneath the falling sky

Is it worth

All the trying?

Too scared to let it go

Wish it´d come to me

Begging pleading, taking me.

Seems like it’s a dream

Killed by all ideals

Messed up in my mind

Poetry don´t seem so kind,

Gilded butterflies

I wouldn´t laugh

Paradise…

Too afraid to say:

Its not possible!

All my senses have been cut

And sadly,  yes

I will still

keep on and on

I will try

Allthough flowers die

Pressing, thin

Underneath the falling sky.

Sara Kehrer ©