Rock Bottom

Stand and flight, or fly and flee, The two choices we face. Stand unmoving, Or fly above. Trampled by the world, Torn to pieces by your “friends,” Your family. Facing it in solitude, Going through it alone. Take to the sky, Avoiding the stones and javelins. Finding the strength to continue, To survive. But a stone clips your wing, The exhaustion takes over, And you’re left free falling Falling back to Earth, To hit rock bottom. The end of the world, Cold and alone. The top so far away, With no strength left to fly, I lie in the dark and die.