~In a downward state of mind*

Why is it?
My house,
up there,
I, so carefully put together,
brick by brick
out of mist, sea air,
out of nothing
really;
glued by my desire
to live,
is ruined.

Now,
all come
crashing down,
shattered;
brick by brick,
boulder by boulder,
stone by stone.

Down through
stratosphere;
the speed
with which
hot
burning,
ashes and debris
blind my eyes,
unbearable pain
in my broken bones,
my flesh burnt;
earth is shaking
under my feet,
I'm losing balance.

I am closing my eyes,
plugging my ears,
not to hear
the dreadful thunder.

I wish,
I hope,
one of these nights,
while sleeping,
I will stop dreaming,
I will cease
to breathe.