Falling

You have every single clue,
As the ground is coming at you,
That this is the end.
You know this as you descend.

You start to get used to the idea of death,
As you get closer and closer to your last breath.
Then just as you are caught,
Every single afterlife thought,

Is gone.

How disappointing.....





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