IYW 5/17/06

Falling

As I fly high into the sky,
I think to myself, what's
the real world like?
Then I find myself falling,
and I hit the ground.
I cannot move, though I try,
shall not yell, for I am not able,
but lie where I am, not moving.
I think to myself, these will
be my last moments to live,
last few times to breathe
and taste the fear and love in life,
so I whisper my few last words
into the wind, hoping they will reach
the ear of someone willing,
then I rest my head and wait.
I open my eyes to see a figure
coming towards me, and I am glad.
I hear think to hear him say,
" you will be okay," yet nothing is
to be heard.
Then he picks me up to take me away,
so that I may get some help.
But, as we reach our destination,
I am forever gone.
Erin L., Buchanan, GA