Landing
The sound of living, breathing, life, filled my head,
Disrupting my thoughts,
But what were they?
Memory is a funny thing sometimes.
Gravity whispered in my ear,
Dragging me down with a soft melody that would keep me at ease,
The cold air bit at me,
The pain numbed within the flesh of me.
My eyes watched the starry night sky with inexplicable interest,
Beautiful,
No longer a word I could use,
Not with what I had become,
Feeling was unreachable,
Slipped from the grasp of my fingertips long ago.
Imagining was all for the better,
My eyes closed as I formed what I thought was closest to a smile,
But the harsh reality wouldn’t let me,
For it was only a matter of time before I felt the cold hard concrete of the floor.
I nearly found myself humming along to the siren’s melody,
Nearly swayed by the calmness of it.
The voice screamed, destroying my split-second like peace,
Making me realize where I was,
Making me realize I was too late,
As the sound of life drew closer,
The voice was louder than ever,
‘It’s never the fall that kills you,
It’s the landing’.
