I fall through the sky, wondering what comes next
Perusing the clouds as I rush by them, content
With the feeling that soon I will be no more
Hoping that everyone else feels the same
As I do.
Wondering what my family will have for dinner, and
If they will miss me.
Wondering what my peers will think when they hear
The story.
That I fell from the sky, not able to stop myself.
Is this fake?
They will ask, wondering how something could’ve
Happened like this.
As the wind howls in my ears, I remember the howls of the wolves-
How they pierced the night sky as I tried to sleep.
I see the puffy clouds and they remind me of the turtles
I used to catch in the creek with my brother.
The clear blue sky is tranquil, unaware
That someone is nearing death-
Getting closer, and closer, and closer.
I pass through the clouds and see the ground-
Green trees, rolling hills, and pastures for as far as I could see.
And I wonder who will find my body?
Will it be some poor farmer who notices the damage to his cornfield,
Or a tourist just driving by?
What will they do?
I hope they don’t scream at the sight of me.
I’ve got seconds til impact now-
My last few seconds on this beautiful earth, and I wonder-
Why me?
I wonder-
Where will I go?
Goo-
About the Creator
Max Baldauf
A college student with a passion for the outdoors and the environment - anyone reading this go do something to help it, we need it.
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