Perch
On the edge
Leap
From the ledge
Cold stone
Beneath your toes
All that is left
Behind
Your friends
And foes
Just to feel one second
Of free
Where only gravity
Determines life,
Though for a precious fee
Citrus light, warming
Your face like soft,
Buttery lace
That you cannot
Afford
Just like,
Far below, that
Silver Ford
And the wind whips your
Plain hair
And you lift
Your face
Up to the suffocating clouds,
Hoping someone
Out there
Would care
But look around at this
Big, wide world
All of its beauty
Before you, graciously
Unfurled
Everything deserves
A second chance,
Keep walking,
Wide awake
And without a trance
And you tip
Your head back
Never thinking
Of all the things
You lack
And the wind
Whips your
Beautiful hair
And you lift
Your face up to
The just as beautiful sky,
Knowing someone
Out there
Cares
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The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry
PoetryAn absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical
