Parachute

How did I get up here again?

To this wild high in which I can't win.

The only way down is to fall

and I'm falling fast.

My arms spread wide

Why did I jump again?

I could have climbed down like all the rest

But, I have a parachute I need to test.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

poem written at 2am. brain, what are you doing?

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