began and ended by being offended
The debt of hearing 'good riddance, be gone'
Was owed and flowed
with feelings falsely applied,
appearing appealing then abruptly denied
I know the path of least resistance is
the admittance price... my life
I've endured rejection without protection of truth
Omitted all oblivious choices
and muted my voices Yes... I said voices
I now willingly surrender to burn in slumber
To go under this calloused calling,
The Falling
I'm drawn to its dizzying dynamic allure
and tender my mourning as down payment
for depravement of my soulless solitude
I refuse to remove this persistence in my head
that dead, I can defeat this beast
I have become, by crawling
then falling
My arms hunger to hug this release and be free
of aching limbs and broken heart
My fickled finger failed,
I am falling
I covet and envy the dear departed dead,
unchained from the created shackles of society
Erased from haste, from pain, from grief
Ahh, such sweet release
I'm drooling feverishly
and freely trembling
for the necessity of
my falling
I'm not criminal. Maybe, minimal manic, frantic,
panicked, drowning in fear
while rounding up my faltering courage,
not at all discouraged by druid dreams
that end in silent screams
as I answer this calling
of mutual mauling,
by falling
My proverbial back is against the wall
I waiver wistfully, savoring my demise
My maligned mind is rankled
with ensuing doings suggesting, digesting
semi-sedation of my fear
of falling
Denying, defying,
and underminding the consequences
My ears hear the whispery repercussions
of crimson tears flowing
from my manic eyes that mingle
with endless sands of time
Recalling,
the frenzy of
The Final Falling!
Honorable winner
Adding your comment:
"Just a poem" or not, do not be in such a hurry, Poet. This life is far too brief as it is. I've told ya that often enough, ya oughta believe me by now. 
Ask someone who's 100 years old...they'll say it was gone in the blink of an eye. You "do dark" a lil' too well for my comfort, my Friend. Good luck in the contest. 
