Its a free fall of emotions.
No parachute to gently lower me to the ground.
No cushioned air bag to soften the fall.
Spiralling down at breakneck speed
Losing height, I gain quick insight
Into that glorified transient feeling
That gave me wings to soar to that heavenly height
No hands outstretched, clutching at deceptive straws.
Lids shut tight, I plummet, resigned to my fate.
An “emotional-arrest” as I hit hard rugged reality.
Benumbed, stupefied, the pain I do not feel.
Far gone , hopeless, and beyond resuscitation
Comatose lies the heart-
Coffined in an agile body frame.