Anti-Gravity poem " The Begining of the End "

This poem is read from the bottom up. Thus " anti-gravity poem"
( in response to a thinking challenge from Gail ( flower girl )




As the warmth of the anthracite subsided I am ashes. Cremated
Cartelized vessels nothing at all pours. 
No longer seeing anything but darkness surround by for walls: a ceiling, and a grid. 

I can not move for I am no longer as a whole.
As a puzzle; broken up and missing pieces.
I start  steaming; frying but 11 hours I have to go.
I sit here all alone with a white sheet over my heart and soul. 
I hear not what they say. 
I only wondering if I'm dead. 

The read my last rights this can not be true. 
I was struggling to stay alive with every breath they gave. 
The zapped me a few times I jumped. 
Their was people everywhere. 
Where am I? I do not know these people. 
I did what I had to do. 
I could not take this life any more. 
I looked down it was such a far drop from the bridge. 
I climbed up on the girder on the side. 
I cry all the way to the bridge. 
The hurt was too intense to take anymore. 
I decided that I have to take myself  in control. 
I got in my car and thought to myself "self" I need to do this. 
I came home pissed as hell, I can't take society anymore. 
Everything went wrong today I thought. 
Reviewing my day as I walked. 
The bell summers hook let out:summer was here. 
I worried and stared at the ticking hands.
I tap with my pencil all thru class. 
Something was a miss already. 
I woke up from a horrible dream. 
9:30 time to go to bed. 
Finished my homework..