Falling falling falling

My world is exploding,
pieces falling around me.
And I can only fall through
the holes that were once beautiful landscapes, people, memories, and emotions.
Where will I land
when the crumbling subsides
and dust particles settle?
What will be left of the remnants
called “my life?”

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