A system glitch
Grown-up falling in a ditch
Centrally
Down the same shaft constantly
Passing the same crumbling platform
Intermittently
At first, it was exhilarating
Tingling quickly spreading
Disorienting, falling, spinning
Of course, the anger eventually arrives
Pitching and flailing
Without leverage
Falling may as well be floating
While I struggle harder and harder
Making pass after pass
It begins to become apparent
I'm steadily accelerating
Reality goes by with increasing rapidity
Until fading before my eyes
The goal I was just fighting for
Becomes nothing more than a flashing light
Lowering my lids
I reach terminal velocity
Forever pinned
Between a point of light
And a mote of shadow
Dancing freely with no resistance
Finally emptied of pain
No one to see my contorted face
Or hear me cry out in shame
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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