When the Sky Hits the Ground


Somewhere between life and death
is a place where complete forgetfulness
lies waiting for the darkness to drop.
Frail and ever failing, falling
over invisible threads of time,
this cruel journey begins.

Gnarled fingers play their silent music,
worn out feet tap their unheard rhythm,
while the future makes its final decision.
Life’s quality now in question,
it’s a place where every suggestion
is met with a frightened frown.

And this is where I found the signpost,
turning left at reason
and right at common sense.
Everything is now a mystery
I can’t recall my family history;
its face is unfamiliar now.

And while I wait for the sky to fall,
through conscious confusion to unconscious delusion,
today, at least, I’ve remembered to forget.






I am strong, but I am also weak
I shout, even though I whisper
I am silent, even though I rage inside

I am tearful even when I am joyful
I cry, even though I am happy
I am happy yet also sad

I am confused even when I understand
I am confident although I am trembling
I shiver even though I am warm

I am scared, though I know I have nothing to fear
I am grieving even though you are living
I am living but I am dead inside

I look even though my eyes are closed
I see even though I am blinded
I am loving you even while I hate you

I am sorry, though I have no regrets
I miss you even though you’re here in my head
I am winning even though I lost

I am me
Without you





See also: stories by Val Chapman -

The Vessel



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