Was it death, was it death? Falling

Upon my face. Hitting me so hard

Felt as if I were pitching at the

Major leagues, and got hit.

It was death wasn’t it? The

Feeling of the rain on my head.

I was buried, exhausted at the

Fact that this is how it goes.

Each and every day, someone

Goes, feels the rain, not knowing

They are never going back home.

This is death, what does it really

Feel like? No one really knows.

I seem to always like to think

Of the fact, that when I go

I will be faced with the angels

And God of the heavens.

Was this feeling soft or hard? I

Don’t really know. Was this

Death or was I caught in

The storm, the storm of the

Falling world. Will I ever come

Back. Was this death, death before

My eyes.