Falling From a Cloud

There is nothing below my feet as I rise off the ground. 

Looking up I slowly come closer to the endless blue sky.

My eyes burn, as the sun comes closer, burning me.

I approach a cloud. 

Fear consumes me as I break through a white fog. 

I stop abruptly. 

Am I going to fall?

I lie back, comfort is what I feel all around me. 

This isn’t so bad. 

I could sleep.

But I look over the edge.

My town looks so small from above. 

All the little details are still visible.

The town square, the church, the big red barn

I lean too far.

I’m falling.

There is nothing below my feet as I fall to the ground.

Help me I am falling. 

I would cry out but my throat is clogged with fear. 

I back up at that endless blue sky. 

That endless blue sky tricked me. 

So pretty and nice to look at, making me want to stay, come closer, join it.

How could you lie, I want to scream at it.

I was betrayed by a cloud. 

It consumed me in its soft fluff.

Oh how I wanted to stay. 

Stay lying where all my worries disappeared from my mind.

The freedom I felt in the sky is gone as I plummet to the ground.

There is no escaping the fall.

No escaping the death that awaits me after it.

Betrayal.

Trickery.

No escape.

What I think in my last moments before I am one with the earth’s surface; What did I do wrong?