Falling Chance

Ahead of me is a choice

Bright red

Against the dark world

I hold it in my palm

.

Watching it go

From my hand

Up and down

It spins

Opportunity

Rises above the dark

A chance

.

Hand reaches

As it slowly

Turns

Around

And around

.

Time

Is passing

I am too slow

It is fading

.

The chance

Is rotting in front of me

Becoming brown

And soft

Sinking

As other hands

Snatch for it

.

The world goes dark

As life ceases

Living

.

Seeds Falling.

A light at the end

Maybe

Not everything is gone

After all

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