A poem . Is this loss?


it was like if I was stationary
And the world
My life
Flying through the chasm
Leaving me stretched
The few things I cling to
Sliding through my fingers
And the world
My life
Yanked from me
My body lays limp
My subconscious mind
Working to wake me
I’m trying to hold on
Trying to let go
My limp body
And again
My mouth gaping open
Searing pain
My lungs fill
I spew all the vile
Burning acid
All at once my mind
And my body
know neither
If this is loss
Or victory