Rocket Man's Descent Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

I walk out to meet the day,

Not just a little,

The whole damn way.

The door opens with ease—

Too much ease—

So, I just step right out.

What a glorious view.

The sun’s crescent frown

Emerging from sliver to grimace.

Over the horizon’s hover.

Wait.

Something’s changed.

It all felt right—

So fucking right—

But...

Oh fucking no.

Oh no.

Not now!

Why now?

What did I do?

Where did the sun go?

The sun—

Where is it hiding?

All I see is ground.

Ground.

I’m on the ground

Without much of a fall,

A pall for the dirt—

I lay there, still—

Motion

Less a problem as I feel

Dirt—the dirt—

The cool dirt

Beneath my gentle hand movements.

Each petting of earth

Grounds me on the ground—

Down for some odd count—

Lying facedown on a mound.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: February 28th, 2026 08:46
Comment from author about the poem: I’m published in an anthology featuring authors from across the Poconos, PA. All proceeds benefit the Pocono Liars Club — a collective of authors and editors dedicated to supporting and mentoring local writers. Available in paperback and Kindle, please consider purchasing one and supporting a great cause. https://a.co/d/58uxM69
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