T/w: mentions of suicide
The sound flows
Unlike a river turbulent
It's is like the cool breeze
That makes hair blow
And settles against the skin
Like the kiss of a feather
Bringing peace and tranquility
To the mind and soul.
And then it is interrupted
By the flashing sign
Of a cold reality
Where unlike the breeze
The winds are bitter
Stinging like the slap of a lover
Tears freezing on the face
Ears ringing as the wind rushes.
And all that is felt is gravity.
The gravity of everything.
The moment is bittersweet
The flight towards freedom.
After all as said by him
Falling is just like flying
Except there is a more permanent destination.
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Blue Side
Poetryblue /bluː/ (of a person or mood) melancholy, sad, or depressed. "he's feeling blue" A collection of poems and freeform expression thoughts.
