Falling

he felt himself falling through an abyss

as he sat and waited

these tugs had tugged on him

since he could remember

most noticeable when sitting

having little else at his attention

often after the tug

a feeling of lightness followed

and tarried for a bit

serving the ebb to the flow

yet this rule to the game

was broken this time

the abysmal descent continued

after a few seconds

turning the tug into a snare

and free-fall into fright

had these tugs before

been a gentle nudge

from the great severer itself

had they all been whispers

of the inescapable

and was this the moment

the slight slips would empty into

the final collapse of the soul