Unfortunate,you are.
To think that there is help for you, in your case..
Your arm broke.
You continued to fall..
And there you are devoured by the pits of darkness,
Of despair
Of emptiness ..
No sound was heard..
No entity confirmed
Speck of dust concedes
Blast could be heard
YOU ARE READING
Macaroni Salad
PoetryA collection of my original Poems. Mostly random and scattered up ideas. Welp, enjoy! Ranking #313 #275 #15 @all rights reserved 2k15