Falling

His words dropped heavy
From his lips,
Golden anvils
Smashing through
The glass planes of
My consciousness,
My beliefs,
My existence.

My existence?
What is that?
What am I?
Who am I?
Do I even know?
Do I even care?

I'm left bottomless,
Falling through the abyss,
Reaching out for something,
Anything, and somehow
I knew there was nothing
To stop my decent into....
Into.......

Somehow,
I was a soul
Without a purpose
And until I found that
I would fall.

I am so tired of
Falling.