survival or wither
endure or demise
the bend of the road
meets a weak alibi
familiarity drops off
challenged by being alive
salvations soon cut-off
where confusion thrives
meek meets its maker
fear floats like a balloon
happy's undertaker
dwells on the dark side of the moon
the freedom of falling
meets the doom of collide
destiny's calling
the unknown hand that it bites
savagely wicked
this act of being alone
when what is and what isn't
is all you've ever known
the moment is fleeting
as you're plummeting down
there is no retreating
once your feet leave the ground
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (1)
Absolutely correct whether physical or mental. Good work.