Fallen

I leap from the platform at the center of the stage

My soaring flight has reached its end

I plunged into the crowd no net

Although I trained intensely and climbed cloud high

My body simply gave up as it reached the sky

Now I wake each morning to grounded signs

Unable to rise from my blacked out malaise

With limbs encased in white plaster and linen caves

I drag them about, now just heavy burdensome attachments

Eyes glazed over from either the pills or the pain

Dreaming of flying while I’m splayed out on the floor again

K.B. Silver