[Poem - With Audio] A Bad Dream?

I fell through mists of blinding white,
From clouded altitudes did plummet, fright,
Screaming in my mind, louder than my screaming, wind,
Which cruelly buffeted, my end,
Seeming maddening instants’ near, yet agonizingly remote, fear,
Twisting through my insides like a blade,
And roaring in my ears, made,
Me liquid as a quivering drop of rain,
Knowing well the end so sudden, pain,
As splattered into drops much smaller, stilled,
As sudden impact ends my whistling plummet, killed,
My tortured soul delivered, death,
To take away my final, screaming, br-—

Note: I've been encouraged by some of the feedback I've gotten, so my plan is to continue re-posting poems from the last several months, but now including an audio clip going forward. I'll also be sprinkling in some new (or at least previously unpublished) poems here and there.