I close my eyes,
Take a deep breath.
I feel the cold of the night,
I shiver.
If of the cold or the satisfaction,
I don't know.
The feeling of being in an prison,
The weight on my shoulders,
Slowly fading into nothing but happiness.
I feel the asphalt underneath my feet,
I wish it would be a bit textured,
Making my experience more exiting.
My shoes are next to me,
They shouldn't get dirty.
A smile creeps on my face.
I will be free tonight.
Finally free.
If I would listen I could hear the screams of horror beneath me
But I only hear the wind talk.
(05.09.2021)
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Sad Poetry
PoetryI write sad poems. I wanted to share them. I'm not a native speaker. I also write sad poems in German.
