Gravity
i tried to fly
but his grip was..
too strong.
frantically grasping my wings,
He pulled me close.
zooming into my demise.
He hauled me down,
throttling me,
free falling toward home.
There was nothing i could do.
no hope.
just the thin clouds dissipating beneath me.
this is what i wanted.
right?
or did i really think i could
fly.
Copyright © Brian Byrne | Year Posted 2015
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