Freefall

Shoved from comfort,

Left to drop,

Falling fast,

Falling in no-one-knows-what time.

Waiting to hit the ground,

The inevitable stop.
The hard embrace,

The cold dead stop.
This is my life,

This is what’s left.

To stop the fall.

To hit the deck.
To fall flat on my face,

Break my neck.
In the meantime,

Waiting to hit,

Drifting in freefall.

Nothing at all left.

Alone,

Unloved by all,

Thrown from a plane
And watched… in freefall.

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