Rusting Away

in scene one, i was at the top, 

then the camera glitches

in scene two, i was in the motion of free fall

now all i can do is write about my pain,

that's how my days rusted and all of it is now in vain

i didn't held the ropes tight and i fell on the ground

it all feels so nostalgic, thinking about last year

i was working hard, giving blood and tears

for 'golden days' that deserted me away

Written on- January 6, 2025; 9:29pm. 

This poem is part of "Fire in My Dreamland: A Poetry Series".