Freefall.

An uphill slant breaks my kneecaps
My soul is torn to pieces
Feet ripped dry from the fruitless ascent
Panting, my throat parched
Spitting blood matted with raw flesh

At my back and below
A soft layer of cloud
So thick that through it nothing can be seen
A blurry blanket of comfort
Obscurity in an unknown future

Exhausted at last, empty and defeated
The time of resignation arrives
A strangling breath, the air is thin up here,
Ungiving, providing no nourishment
Slowly sucking the life out of my body

Another glance, thick coat of clouds inviting
And so I fall flashing down through the sky
Down, down, down, eyes closing into submission
Arms aloft, weightless in the face of the sun,
Forever free of your bullshit at last.