Falling

I did a little experiment last night while lying in bed moments before slumber overtook me. I imagined falling off the top of a building with a parachute that will only activate if I come out with something resembling poetry.

In my mind I saw myself yelling out phrases that I hope would come together and make up a poem. I made it, and actually thought it pretty good. But as soon as I tried entering it into the phone, I forgot most of it.

This is the last line:

Such is the reflection of a fractured soul
that half should weep
while the other stays cold