The bottom never reached…
Falling faster and faster,
weightless in rushing frantic air,
and impending that collision,
that hard ground recognition,
racing to a foregone conclusion,
my body tense like steel.
And time beats slowly,
as if unable to keep up with the speed,
as I plummet toward my fate,
hurtling to my fear innate,
a darkness most permanent awaits,
my heart in staccato.
I look down and a light appears,
so distant but growing near,
and my heart it bleats in blur,
death my companion awaits;
rushing air, skin flapping, hair straight up,
eyes watering in rabid fear.
And as that light, that end of life arrives,
I wake in gasp, I am alive,
in bed with sweat beaded brow,
I realise I never reach the bottom,
yet I can feel my broken life avow
each time I fall, please wake me before the end.
Tony DeLorger © 2016