The Bottom

The fortelling dreams  
have become my reality  
as I spiral down the invisible stair.  

Images of people lost pass before me  
Their saddened faces pierce through my soul  
Their voices I hear yelling  
Begging for my eyes to open  
Telling me to breathe in deep and stay alive  
 
Crying and pleaing for me  
to wipe my tears and hold on tight  
He appears before me his words are full of despair  
You've come too far little one  
To hit bottom this night.