Falling

About a man who is hit by a bus

It feels like something is falling

and I can’t catch it

and I’m not even sure of what it is.

The purpose of falling is to end a journey.

Down from up.

Broken from whole.

Dead from alive.

I reach.

Nothing is there that can break my fall.

The curb tripped me up.

Mundane to tragic.

The bus hits hard.

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