A Left Brain

Fall

I fell from the sky, but the rest of the world flew by.
Trust less and helpless or helping none but self.
We take down those humans we find human,
And replace them, like books on a shelf.
Killing and kissing are synonymous,
Like flowers laid by a cold hand
On a home mistaken as a grave, eponymous
To people and places we sell our soul
Into the trodden grass it seeps, till our roots are ripped out
By the merciless stroke of a sole.
Striding on and on and on and on
Hoping to reach the speed, to take flight again
But as our feet are pulled from the ground that holds
The peices of us that are what fold, along the crease of the life line
The souls that we leave behind are what truly live,
While the grave takes to the sky.