Falling Down

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Falling Down

I wondered when I could think again,
How long it took for my body to fall
Those seven stories to hit the concrete ground.
So quickly that fall raged; a crushed bleeding sound.

I wondered how the essence of my life,
Had changed so quickly from who I was.
How short those long few seconds where
That changed this life; my essence quashed.

The blood of the Lamb I think I bled
While lying sprawled on those concrete steps.
Oozing from my mouth, head, face, and neck,
Screaming silent in the grip of death.

Those few seconds made me forget
Every trace of what I learned, and loved.
The noble man I dreamed tried hard to be strong stuff.
Pain I didn't have guts to bare; countless silent screams.

Upon the wake that coma gauged,
Wondered who, and  what, I then would be.
A man of broken limbs, with brain severely hurt
Feeling what that falling time did unearth.

A passage forever fueled now by those seconds few,
Consequence until the end, to page those things I knew.