Slump (A poem)
6:26:00 PM 12/19/2024
Reading time: 1 min

Wind rushing by my ears
Branches slap my face
Speed increasing
As gravity drags me down
Into its bosom
Woosh, whack, whiz
As I wake up
To a once hidden nightmare.

The wind whirrs its whispers and insinuations in my ear
Hissing doubt, discord, and distrust
Memories that refuse to be ignored and pushed aside,
They drone in their ceaseless murmur
Voices that forbid me clarity in these final moments.

The boughs assault me one by one
Feigning their support
False friends 
They rob me
Of the liberation
Of free fall.

Faster I go,
Unable to stop,
Unable
To stop
Myself,
I brace
For impact.
The end
Is before
Me and
My course
Is set.
There
Is
No
Dignity
Where
Control
Is
Lost.

 

And now I have awoken brutally and cruelly to this cosmic nightmare from which there is no escape because I have always, unwittingly, been here.