Life's Gravity Poem by james tj24

My life's a cord with but one end-
Is held by Gravity's descending hand.
His grip is tight- gently pure.
And keeps us falling from the ground.
But- when my shadow falls to sky,
I'll be asleep deep in the night.
His grip tightens yet pain is absent-
I soon find my way out
For Gravity is powerless here.
My iron thoughts—restless still—
My mind enclosed in water’s case,
I’m free as wind, and fast as light
Now gravity has lost the fight
But soon I slow- falling downwards
As though—something- is pulling me into eternity
And I can’t help but cover my eyes, from the light.
And when my eyes reject my hand
I can’t help but wish for darkness
It’s awakening and it’s keen distortion.
But when awake I catch a glimpse.
And there I lie in gravity’s hand
As though his grip has no end.