The feel of falling stabs their hearts in place.
Too fast they drop with nothing on their wall,
Inside the hole who’s bottom’s deep as space.
Why not just grab a rock to stop the fall?
On no one would I cast such cruel fate.
Just dropping down and down while life goes on,
While others make their guesses void of hate.
For me, of course, I sit, awake at dawn.
Just wishing that a guess would come to mind.
Perhaps we die then split… Ah nevermind.
Dayton O'Donnell 2019
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Originally published at https://www.daytondoesstuff.com on July 7, 2019.