Falling

falling,
who's there to catch me?
drowning,
in the bitter salty sea
tumbling,
into the endless abyss
bleak as can be.

Like the phantom that haunts the night
I'm the pretender that walks daylight
Like the patient who lies to the doctor
harbouring an MI
seething with angina
yet smiling at the physician
behind a veil of lies
which hides my sorry soul
that all so often cries
out in silent agony
so afraid, so tired, so cold.