Vent

free fall

here I lay
with my heart in my throat,
making air hard to pass behind it and into
my body

i clutch my chest,
his visage causing an ache so profound
I can't help but let out a cold,
exasperated breathe
as a lay my head back in the winds
that fly past me as I drop

as I fall from these heights,
desperate to find a sliver of hope in
any of the moonlit wishes of my sad mind
that just wants to glow, rather than ache
this constant longing has crossed the threshold,
and feels like a weight on my chest
just pulling at me,
hurling me back to the surface

I speak to deaf ears, no ones reading this so what's the point of writing it down
memoir of a popular loser
who only ever wanted the chance
to do more than free fall