DEADFALL;A MAN IS GONE

DEADFALL;A MAN IS GONE It was in the late morning In a room, in the building;wasn't the best room But better than most, windows wide On a plain clear day he could see the mountains Lived a man, a man, who traded in silence At one time, roughness in his breath did alarmed him But this time, now it was time, he fell A mighty man fell, wallowed in pains.... DEAD called; Was it really a call from the creator? Said a voice, a voice from his head He thought,am just a mortal, with tears in his eyes Said in a low tone.. Liked a fairy tale, "am ain't putting that on", he said What? They asked, he wanted to say a word, but he couldn't It was his DEAD calling, no one could see and feel... Only him,just only him.. No one could look through,no one could see his tears so weak, so feeble, he was just a loner.... It was a beginning of another beginning... He said; just to himself "is this really my creator calling" So horrific, it was.... Came a man,paddling too fast, to fast, he drew nearer.. Too fast like a roller coaster, to fast just too fast he narrowed his eyes, thought he could see it STOP But too fast, came the unknown... Silent came everywhere, over the roof, above the high bricked wall. Mingled with the swirling of a rain,a faint glow,burning strongly,he watched.. Watched for a last time, the glow for a moment; he watched Right on the floor, he let go of a breath, A breath too strong, too strong to represent a fragrance Like a deep stain, pasted in a fabric spoiling the beauty of a fabric, he dropped his breath, Breath full of memories, too tough to go off.. He dropped his breath,and made a stone eye to drop a tear A cry no one could see A SILENT CRY, THE LOUDEST PAIN He murmured, HOPE THIS IS MY CREATOR CALLING He left the dungeon.....OH MAN, MIGHTY MAN IS GONE. DEADFALL;A MAN IS GONE. © EDIOMO ETUK, 2018