Downward Fall - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
I'm in a dangerous journey to me exciting it is,
being not in this given life anything to be special,
not me in it being a mighty strong super man.
Adrift in mind at times I am flying, me rising at times in bright sunlight as I am sailed, touched by air elements and chilled by autumn's touch.
I find myself in a dangerous voyage searching, traveling I am hopelessly inside determining me watching, reaching for aid within concerns.
Wind gusts pulling me down grabbing upon my limbs, me lacking control over my occurrences, I in this endeavoring needing feathers to fly.
Traveler lighter than thin paper I am afloat in air, maintaining I can't govern my body functions, releasing under current stress my inners.
A twirler whirling in sudden swift flipping,
gliding me beyond the point of my fall, myself floating in wondering a soar openly in space.
Tour I do I tumble in my going, having my barrens lost in confusion: being turn in circles aimed destiny for me being down in swirls.
Loser now as waste emptied from living actions pardoned seen as nothing, once an active acting in events with their happening silenced,
Ship I am sailing under clouds darken, I in its darkness covered in feelings of sad horrific dark wondering, twirling me in mist of uncertainties
I am a pending shipwreck by would be collision, rescue being remote no assistance or help for me, my perception of events is just a whirl.
My voyage is slow and its event thrilling to say for me, capturing me in rapid spins descent me peering, watching my drop in definite decline.
A jumper seen in a gravity's law descent falling, going me down swaying within my hopes soaring, seemingly me all alone in mid air.
My drop a release off a pine tree once anchored, me from trunk extension being way out from it, branch stretched outward me far out in reach.
Me falling constant, I from its firm foundation
once firm touch, not felt by me no more:
this one above me in the air, up there.
Trapped I am in spins without a choice: I am indeed without doubt descending, destined in my denying against this, my interests in a fall.
Journey tour to say is for me sadly nerving,
slipping I reaching back not able grabbing,
dropping from far limb extension above.
I am sailed on winds headed for this smashing, gliding to an ending tortured by my set falling,
wanting not for me this fact assurance for me.
Lost in changing ways I in altering exchanges confounded completely, heart torn in woes, contracting me in agreement down for sure.
Clips of my life in mind's vision, I see passing flicks of life memories, lost by me going, fading as nothing before my dimmed eyes.
Frames of me lapse and timed, recording my trying dread moments in this endeavor dramatically, me approaching arrival as I fall.
I am attacked by unseen forces tightly grabbed,
tossed vividly in extremes in swirled turnings,
swinging me around senseless and whipped.
Visitor in feats I am forced to perform whirls, snapped in wind me flowing as a held prisoner, rippling me in the wind high currents drags.
Loner set aside by time wrinkled by aging, legs parted weaken in strength, I am hurled as if nothing as my limbs they become toys.
My descent in consistent drop is unavoidable:
challenging efforts going me in some returning, climbing somehow back up there -no way.
My end closing acknowledged fact to me very disturbing, confirmed contact assured no doubts for me, by my coming ground spot.
Displays holding vivid memories of terror in its wisdom, knowing me dangling outcome pending upon events for me: I can't lie or pretend.
Abyss me in air turbulence under its current changes, holding down me tight then loosed, re-tightened upon me and secured again.
My eyes see me in a stop coming, resolution of occurrence's with its to me bad warning, knowing me inside completely certain, I am in falling.
An archer's arrow aimed shoot I in a surge,
curling eventually me downward in a arching:
I'm found falling swiftly so going in a drop.
Bulls eye or posted target is my grounding,
confronting this fact sadly for me in its denying,
approaching reassuringly me the earth.
My slip is my green go light in air for my going,
tumbling unassisted in my forth out going, my drop climatic red light for my ground.
Grave turns me rapidly right for moments,
briefly me in feeling of restorations of being, me having warmth of life with hot sun blaze.
I in my touch of joy am in dream recounting,
smiling at it all recalling past times me having,
flipped back into my reclaiming death frown.
Not so unique I am as others decaying, all of us by unstoppable life enduring changing, altered us by sequences by seasonal times.
Backwards sliding on my other side rolled,
pre-destined end coming to me in closing,
colliding of vessel to come to my stop.
While I fall no vocalist statements in screaming, yelling no utterances to happenings to be, I no conveyances to be heard from me, at all.
Upwards at times me sent up high in air rising,
I am traveling far, going me upwards but slow,
soaring me dangerously hoping in wind care.
Aimlessly uncontrollable slow in down motions,
speeding descents reversing me consistently,
unfolds before me clearly sure to me down.
Arms in youthful times tight and firm, they
stretched strongly cut with power: but that event in my stop of mind dreaming was back then.
Times as seasonal demands has me altered,
rearranged by its call I am becoming weak from firm changes, curling my limbs pulling them in.
Slip a reminder to me in a given promised,
happened event occurring solely in autumn,
tumbling I am to be within the time of Fall.
Being in existence a memory is all I am,
a leaf without any renewal of former form dropping: me descending in life's sunlight.
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