Eight-line Poems 2

Falling

Falling

It’s not the falling that I mind,
the sudden launching into space,
the mind confused, below, behind
the world a blur in careless race.

Down is up and up is down,
and all is spinning past my eyes -
I’ll deal with all this giddy round,
but it’s the landing I despise.


Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 04.17.24
Prompt: Write a poem about falling.