Drop

Golden gates,

At sun down.

I fall.

Around the sun,

The flame licks,

Torching the heart

To a cinder dark brown.

Through clouds

Where I reach out,

For a silver line.

It scars my skin with naked sorrows.

Flights, flocks

The birds soaring.

I plead,

Carry me from here.

Down,

The drop ends?

Am I dreaming,

Or is it a nightmare?

Further below,

Society,

With its green and brown,

Awaits me with Devil's clutches.

A craned neck,

I look up,

At where it all began.

It did.

With a fall,

A drop.