Chasm

My feet are planted, my stance firm.

Yet suddenly, a chasm has opened neath me.

Now where shall I stand?

Ripped apart

My fickle heart

It pulses uncertainly

Torn by the quake which also split my world in two.

I see signs, telling me where to go

Yet I struggle I float impassively

Yet within a storm rages.

I fill with air, I rise

And I am content

For the moment

Aware that eventually the storm will break

And I shall rain down upon all who cling to me.

That's my poem. I actually wrote it whilst I was texting an acquaintance.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Phillip