Gazing with a distant soft saddened stare, on a paragliding landing zone and I'm staring out there.

Turbulent emotions are mangling my soul. Incoming pilots flying solo with no self control.

Headfirst - a nose dive in progress, post collapse.  Thinking twice - a complex process.

Falling aimlessly towards the ground with constant flashbacks in mind. Gusting wind, and vortex turns rushing my eyes forcing them blind.

Gravity's strong pull is more than the wings want.  No turning back, a decision full blown.

Ground zero near, it's closing in fast. Seconds from death, my breath at its' last.

I'm screaming so loud, "For fecks sake, don't flap".   A nightmare will repeat, my mind is shook up.

I stand and stare at launch, with pilots falling to the ground.  Please stop this madness, this flapping, this turbulence, this potential death.