The snowflakes touch the ground softly

The rain pitter patters onto the concrete

The water overflow caresses the floor

But the mind crashes the lightning cart

Explodes upon impact

Detonates like a firebomb

No soft landing there

Fallen and slow to rise

Fallen and all alarms sound

Fallen and there the body lies

And, it’s not just one, two, or three

It’s a pile up of mental anguish

Neurons strewn about

Mindmelds and carcasses

The cranes can lift them up

But gravity always takes hold