Falling

Falling through the mist of clouds like the broken wings of a bird.

The feelings of emptiness attempt to make you whole.

The air collapses onto your pale weak frame.

Nevermore will there be pain but the cooling sensation of the rain.

These skies show no mercy to the fallen but only to those who stood upright.

For those who thought of falling only fall at the climax of their plight.

Nevermore will there be sorrow at crack of the pavement.

-End