G. Wilson

Ceased in Mid-Air

Time flashes by
As he free falls through the sky.
Clouds kissing his cheek
Like the morning breeze
As he plunges,
Deeper and deeper towards his impending doom.

Closer, closer, closer
He sees his approaching target
Waiting for it to set him free
From his earthly fetters,
His face calm all the while.

His fall ceases
And he begins to climb
Terror strikes his face
While his life is grabbed by the scruff of his neck
As he begins to ascend towards his unknown salvation.

But in his failure
It seems that he has found victory
The solemn expression returns.

Im finally here.
Finally at peace.




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