Gravity
Gravity
It pulls at me
drags me down
until I'm faced
with my own
mortality
Grotesque
He screams at me
I try to fight him
but he's just a reflection
of what I've come to be
Gravity pulls me down another floor
where I'm faced with a morphine drip
and a suicide door
"slow or quick?"
whispers a shaken voice
Any idiot knows
that there's no choice
My mortality
blows out the candle
I close my eyes,
grab the handle,
and give in
to gravity
This poem is about:
Me