A/N – I don't fully know what a free-verse is, I have no idea how to write one, but I've done it anyway. Sorry.
He was falling.
F
A
L
L
i
n
g
falling hard.
down, down, down
and there was nothing he could do.
He wanted to shouT, scream
but he kept his silence.
He took his
fears, worries, hurt
down with him,
locking the feelings away
as always.
But his silence,
it cost.
Dearly.
And there would come a time...
a time when he would
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when it would be
impossible
for him to continue.
Not like this.
With so many secrets
he couldn't
SPEAK
for fear of revealing something
forbidden
and it was slowly
s.l.o.w.l.y
killing him.
So many bad decisions
mistakes
that he could not take back.
So many regrets;
things left unsaid that he would give
anything
to be able to say now.
But no.
He'd made his choices
and he would stick with them.
He would face
his mistakes
alone.
He would die
alone.
Not because he was
strong, brave, capable,
but because he was afraid
so
very
afraid
afraid that they was no helping him
no saving him
that he would die
no matter what.
He trusted the wrong people
loved the wrong people
and there was
no
coming back.
So,
he would do this alone
like always
alone.