I fear the fall,
The not so gentle pull,
Of gravity’s prevailing call,
A silence so cold and lull.
False flags,
Wrap the mind in barb wire,
Every anxious word drags,
The burn of my soul’s fire.
My spirit breaks,
Pieces of glass shattered,
All the time it takes,
Consumes what had mattered.
I finally awake,
To your smile’s warm gleam,
Maybe, this was all a mistake,
Then again, you’re just a dream…
…and not what my heart seems…
By Jonathan Marzan