Landing

Landing

That’s pretty deep.

Because it’s not the fall that kills you, Sherlock. Of all people, you should know that, it’s not the fall, it’s never the fall. It’s the landing!

– Jim Moriarty from Sherlock

Life.

Cruising.

Bones.

Tingling.

Blood.

Racing.

She thought it was flight,

So she flew with delight.

But she soon lost sight

And fell into the night.

Slowly, the rancid smell

Crept up her nose.

Slowly, the claustrophobia,

Swallowed her soul.

With fear in her eyes

And pain in her voice,

She was too late to realise

That she had landed in her pit of lies.

Life.

Crushed.

Bones.

Broken.

Blood.

Flowing.

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Final Fall

Dropping down a hundred feet

Darkness was all the eyes could meet

Feeling just stuck, hollow and alone

And the fault is my own.

Chilling air, cold decay.

All thoughts just washed away.

Feeling the gravity of all my deeds,

No one to catch me, someone save me please!

I know I’ll be completely shattered on impact

So I brace myself for the bitter fact.

No family, no friends, no one at all,

I’m alone and desperate in my final fall.

Sometimes, falling is the only forward movement in life. In response to Poetry 101 Rehab.

Even if you fall on your face, you’re still moving forward.

-Victor Kiam