Trigger Warning!!! This poem contains mention of suicide!!!
A stormy day,
The sky dark and grey.
The rain in sheets,
Falls onto the streets.
A lone figure walks.
A lone figure talks.
"Yes, no, maybe.
Will anyone listen to me?"
Nearing a cliff,
By an ocean about to shift.
At the edge,
They sit on a ledge.
Looking across the bay,
They see the sunset,
Marking the end of another day.
A day full of sadness and grief,
Instead of Happiness and relief.
Looking down,
They know they can't drown.
Life's a war,
One they can't fight anymore.
They know it's their time to go.
Time seems too slow.
They leave the ground,
Without turning around.
Sighing with relief,
They fall without grief.
The amazing thing about a fall,
Is: mid-air you feel invincible.
Falling through the air,
Air that the birds now share.
This feeling doesn't last long,
For when they land,
It's the end of their song.
With a final crack,
Their world turns black.
Why fall my dear,
When the ocean is so near?
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PoetryJust some poems that I've written. Some are song-like others not. Hope you enjoy. WARNING! I'm Not The Best Poet Out There, So Some Of These Will Be Bad.
