Poetry senseless

Down there, a grave.
Down there, past lives.
Down there, voices
Command you to dive.

Stand at sill's edge.
Wait for a call
From without, to say stop, or
Within, to say fall.

Wind strengthens,
Drags you over the brink.
Why is it harder
To stand than to sink?

Sink you will,
Every time.
Is this real or
In your mind?

Still, you fall,
A long way down.
Still, you fall,
Make not a sound.

No fear of impact
When flesh shatters.
Ribs in splinters,
Skin in tatters.

Torn apart from
Shards of bone
Gasp for air,
This, too, you’ve known.

Don’t fear torture,
Sense-breaking pain.
Dread senseless
Over and over again.