Gravity Got The Best Of Me

Gravity got the best of me.
As a whirlwind of fog hauled me
deep to a lake of my blurred sleep.
As I washed ashore only puzzles greeted me with
confusion about the fragments' profusion.
The sun did dry my clothes but did not
take the foul odour of the infected lake.
Paralyzed with shock, I stayed by the puzzle, trying to
solve what image did the vague pieces involve.

Gravity got the best of me.v As I hid from passers by, who approached me
and asked to help me with my puzzle in the sand.
I yearned for their kind assistance, but my fall had
turned all my words into hot ashes burned.
Thus, I buried my head in the sand, hoping that
all good samaritans would mistake me for dead and seize their call.
It was better to hide, as I was contaminated with
fright. Would I be recognized with the wounds I suffered last night?

Gravity got the best of me.
The puzzled pieces grew no clearer by night,
but by twilight my mouth could no longer remain shut.
I released the ashes of my words, in one desperate
song, begging for help before I remained here ever long.
Only the approaching waves answered my call, with
hollow notes my ears were too deaf to follow.
I'm still with the cursed fragments of the puzzle, imagining how
Gravity gained control over me.

By JPV