It's A Long Way Down
You try
to adjust, begin
to tumble and spin
ever so slowly,
at first, head
over heels
over head,
so very
very
conscious of
the enormous
potential for
obliteration
at your back.
Instinctually,
you know
you wouldn't
survive if any
part of you were
to connect with
that surging
pulse of
energy.
You twirl,
a slow motion
pirouette of
anguish
and dread,
and rightly so,
as your fall goes on
and on
and on,
without
interruption,
only into the
foreseeable
future
v
.
YOU ARE READING
Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
