Man Falling
A man is unsure of what is happening to him.
I thought
I was at sea
By night
Floating somewhere
Off the shore.
I was sure
Some shadowed flag
With waves of red and black
Wove beneath the water.
I thought
I was by a rollercoaster
Solving the end of the puddle man
Resting beneath its mighty feet.
I was sure
I had seen the burnt
Corners near the massive loop,
The Tenth Circle of Hell.
I thought
I had fallen through the sky
From the boat from an arrow
The struck my shoulder and pushed my soul
To the murky waters.
I was sure
The dead man was me.
About the Creator
J. Kendall Bates
I am a big geek and nerd, if those are two classifications that you prefer to keep separated. I love science fiction, fantasy, dabble in horror, and enjoy anything that blurs or crosses lines. I try to replicate this in my writing.
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