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

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