Poems · poetry

“Falling Angel”

“Upper Deck” ©️C.P. Hickey 2018

“Falling Angel”

Sometimes I have a fear of great heights.

Or, more accurately, a fear of falling from great heights.

Or, more accurately, a fear of dying from falling from great heights.

Sometimes.

Dizzying vertigo, upward and further go,

Into the clouds.

Breathing breeds sobriety,

Side effects include anxiety.

Descending the birth canal,

Into a endless free fall.

Death is just another landing point.

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