Broken

A piano-worth of weight

Pulls me down into a chasm.

I speed through the depths,

Falling in freezing wind.

I scream,

And my voice is swallowed up

By the mountain around me.

Tears run down my face,

When I hit the ground.

My legs have collapsed beneath me.

I cannot stand the force of the impact.

No one knows I am here.

I’m alone and broken.

What will I do?

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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