Falling Terrified Begging

I’m free falling
father and deeper, than ever before.
A cold shocking
of icy fingers down my back.

I’m trembling terrified
waiting scared in darkness, overwhelmed.
a devious asking
your soft voice; whispering silence.

I’m boldly begging
imploringly, more of you
a bond breaking
mistrusted promises provoking heartache.

I’m freezing frigid
refusing your advances, speedily hurried
a mind changing
descending toward reformed decision.

I’m self-righteously screaming
my personal state proceeding your intentions
a door closing
locking, forever, you out.