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Free Falling

Free Falling

I free fall into the abyss of life
Down and down I spiral, entering the darkest caverns of my Soul
I question the relativity of my existence
I am but a mini molecule of humanity
I am a grain of sand clutched in the jaws of this pragmatic pismire
How infinitesimal, how minute am I
An ambulatory amoeba, in its cell of my imprisonment
I cry out for my sanity
But it was long ago neutered by nothingness
So, slowly I evaporate
Into the black hole of infinity
Now antiquated, but once so sagacious
Realizing I am nothing
I prepare for the finality of me

 

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Greg Etsell

wow what great poem
I hope you read my new poem
called HOW GREAT THOU GOD

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Larry Ran

Dear Greg,

Thanks a lot.
I'm going to "Free Fall" over to your poem right now.

Love,
Larry xxx

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Cherie Leigh

Hi Larry....It is easy to feel so small and insignificant in this big world, but then I remember that God created us in His image, and prepared a plan for us to be united with Him after this life....so we must be pretty important to him.  I don't much like getting older with new aches and pains, but with age comes wisdom (hopefully) and a more accepting outlook of our lives in general....We all have a purpose and place while we are here....and a much more exciting role after this one....so it all has a meaning.  Very humbling reflective poem. Love n Hugs, xo ;)   

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Larry Ran

My Dear Cherie,

I think the older that one gets, they start to think about the finality of their time on Earth, and realize how insignificant their life is.  No one can say for sure what awaits them, they can only hope and pray.  But certain doubts can frighten those who are in limbo.

All my love,
Larry xxx

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