Impact

I can’t stop what is coming
I can only watch myself as I fall
How can one fall while lying down?
Unexpected with seeing blindness
I can not catch myself while tripping
Life did not hand me a staff
My only guide is my tentative intuition
My wisdom holds convent
With my common sense

But they are against me
They withhold many things from me
If He knows the ending
He has yet to reveal it to me
Will He watch as I fall?
Trip over myself moving still?
Will He forgive me my sins in
The
End?