Fall

For,

Dear life

It is dear life whom I fear to bid adieu to

For whom I cling to this bark whilst staring at the awaiting cement

Who remains impending

while I shiver with each cold blow, waiting

to be forgotten at the drop of a hat

from being dropped like a hat

not 6ft under but maybe into oncoming traffic or down a slope

of frost filled grass to lay amongst my fallen comrades of like existence

whose being will be merely that of a nostalgic dream state

until in the blinks of passerby’s we will go by heavens first fall,

but I exist naïve

praying to the gods to escape my father’s inevitable fate awaited by  black cloaked figures

and if they cant hear my screams

then let it be

as they steer me across the river Styx, lord have it I will not surrender

I will plunge into the water and grasping to this bark,

remain I will until the winds and springs of my children devour my season whole