Four Years Falling (Crash Landing After A Four Year Manic Freefall) Poem by Not Long Left

Four years falling,
A thousand faces
flash by within a breath.
A just fallen feather
from a tree in heaven
falling with no choice
to where it shall land.
Time has no use here
mere hands clawing
at dead numbers.
Four years falling
Heated thoughts-
flashing visions
of inspiration.
Teasing and testing
the fragile pile of
memories-
Snippets of sanity-
winter walks
nursing the sick child.
Brakfast bar battles
like little hot pokers
of the past.
Four years falling,
stuck with the window
view of car speeding
through a small
suburban street.
visuals hazy
tired and blurry.
Hands tremble with
the weight of the
what, where, and whys.
Four years falling,
and now I have finally
landed, I have stepped
over the manic merry- go- round
yet the world is still spinning.
Slowly, unsteadily, substance
takes form.
Naked, I am left to wander:
Searching through the scattered
remains of the past,
dropping every second piece.