Falling down.
I am falling down.
To the pits of smoke
that I am inhaling now.

Trapped in a volcano.
I am getting low.
I can see red.
I can see yellow.

I was running from my problems
when I found a well.
I thought its good to hide,
so I stayed inside.
But before I could stand,
I slipped and starting falling
in the depths of hell.

Ironically I thought
its better to hide
then face the demon itself.

Something just collapsed,
I can hear it smash.
Heartbeats raced
as I opened my eyes, wondering
whether I'll make it out alive..

Luckily I woke up
and found you by my side,
holding the tray
and looking at one side.

"Oops!! I'm sorry. I will clean it
and make it just fine."
you said, looking down
in apologetic voice.

I whispered thank you & smiled,
because on that moment
I learnt a lesson for life.

If something breaks
& messes your life.
You gotta stand up
& make it "just fine".