From wells bottom; and of tears, <br />and dying must be ever so alike, <br />and falling into the last aeroplane. <br />Grab at your chest the zipper rips, <br />that cloud that spills out is freedom, <br />and it is not there, and free to fall, <br />and a life time to stirke the ground.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wells-and-bottoms/
