Falling

Affixed on the sight of my final destination
My eyes do not wander to the path beneath my feet.
Though time has seemed to stop
I travel silently onward,
Forever aware of the coarse sand wearing away
At the blistering sores
Covering my weary body.
A dazzling brightness fills my utter soul
And to its presence I suddenly become aware.
Blinded,
I feel myself shrink in comparison
To the fire of the gods
Beaming down upon my bare back,
Cutting like a knife-
Searing pain.
I cry out in agony,
Only to be awarded by a thunderous crash
Of flesh against earth
As the great man that once stood now kneels
To the power of the Almighty.