Rise?
Does it fall?
What goes up...
It's fleeting at best.
In reality.
There is only ever the fall.
You must mean be tortured then pitied?
I'd rather fade into oblivion.
What's to be remembered when I'm already forgot?
No. Never even a thought!
Nothing. Not even an inkling.
But nothing is lighter than air....
Maybe the rise is after the crash?
Or the Fall.. just interminable.
Falling to rise that doesn't sound right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem