The fall

I see gold down this hole.
It shines and sparkles when I point my flashlight 
I can taste the cold metal in my mouth as I stare

“It doesn't look so deep”
“let me climb down for a peek”
I say

Gathering my courage and rushing for some supplies
I finally setup my rope and dive in to reach my prize

Step by step I slowly climb down
No one to watch over my soul
No soul who knows about my goal
Just the ghouls who lie dead 
to carry my story ahead

My rope reaches its end
And the dark seems to hide the floor
My arms are tired and I cannot carry on anymore
What have I done is this my end?

I close my eyes and say a prayer
“Let my death be quick”
“Let hades catch me as I fall”
“Give flowers to Bud-ha so I can be reborn”
“Ask Krishna if  I can come back  a little bit tall”

But God
Carry my message cause I know you think of me as a fool
And if you can, help me. Things do seem dire.

I let go of the rope and see the hole above me
The light from the sky touches me so tenderly 
The wind from below wrapping me so gently
And my fall onto riches so painful

The lights are switched off and I can finally fall asleep