I'm falling blind,

Into a dark pit

That I can't seem to escape from.

I'm tottering on the edge,

Two foot slips away from tumbling over.

Then, when my feet come sliding out from under me,

I'll fall,

Blind.

My feet could land on something soft,

Something to cushion my fall.

Or they could land on the hard cement floor,

Shattering and breaking

On impact.

I'm shooting straight into the unknown,

Flying solo as always.

I have no idea what I will encounter,

And the prospect of it being bad

Haunts me.

I know that it will probably be bad,

But for some odd reason,

I'm still wiling to go sailing into that dark pit

Blind.