Glaring sunlight, quickly dashed,
a loud, muffled bang,
light engulfed by darkness;
this was the day the sky went black.
My head smacks against the ground.
A sharp throbbing pain.
Raindrops fall upon my face.
The Sun is not to be found.
A heavy weight upon my chest.
Air is hard to find.
Could this be the big one?
I ask myself in jest.
Voices can be heard;
distant though close by.
I feel the heat upon my face.
Now my feet have broken free.
I see a break in the black;
the light is shining through.
The weight is lifted from my chest.
This was the big one for sure.
A shadow is cast upon me
as the cause of my pain comes into view.
I remain confused just as you would
if Kirstie Alley fell on you.
