Ground

I am falling
and have been
for years.
The moments
tick by
as I plummet
through gray mist
and dark clouds.
The wind yells
in my head
and I feel
its teeth
in my skin,
scraping
its incisors
against my bones,
but I know
the fog is
just a dream,
an illusion
caused by fear
and pride.
Yet I’m trapped
within this cyclone
of dust-caked
memory,
falling
until I wake up,
knowing
I’ll die
when I hit
the ground.

~Patience~

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