A slow fall, A skydiver Without a parachute. A straight plunge, A meteorite Crashing to the ground Engulfed in flames. What will it be, This time around? Will it drag me down slowly, And force me to watch My own self destruction? Will it grab on And force me down In a moment That’s faster than a blink? So abrupt, That it takes me a moment To understand Exactly what happened When I wake up Surrounded by the wreckage?
This is a re-upload of an old poem. I'm going back through and fixing my poems. Rewording them, fixing spelling and wording mistakes, etc. It's been maybe a year and a half since I stumbled upon this website and my writing has already changed so much.