How To Fall

A poem of experience

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I was never tied to you,
and this will be no shock
to me.

I can never stop at any faith,
or a heart or a home
of welcoming.

You know
I wasn’t meant
for this life,

And death
doesn’t bother me
at all,

Most surely I have flowed
through the hell of all this world
made of stone,
I know just how to fall.

~

© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.

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