FLATLINES
Rows of people
piles of people
all cued up
trapped in circles
Speechless people
staring people
mindless people
caught between the lines
Taking off and free fall
holes in the sky
for those who do not fear
those who do not fear
Cities and dust roads
landscapes change per heartbeat
on my way up and on my way down
flatlines scrape the sky
Flatlines scrape the sky
Flatlines scrape the sky
A response to the National Poetry Month prompt