I lost my balance on a tightrope, I'm falling through thin air. I can't grasp standing still, I need to keep moving to stay sane. my mind's a mess, keep my breath steady.
I feel so alone, in a corner.
I lose my breath, I can feel it all closing in on me, falling all around me. I'm surrounded.
The cold floor wakes my body, it sends shivers down my spine. I don't know how but I've survived the night. I must've fell out of bed during a dream, where I was falling from an even greater height. I feel grateful it was just a dream, I still have so much to do, I need to feel like I made an impact, left a mark, otherwise what's the point? What makes me different? I guess I'll find out one day.
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Poems
Poetryshort poems that could also be songs i thought of on a whim. most of these are a bit old but recently i was told by a friend to publish them as they're, quote on quote "not bad" so i take that to the stand by broadcasting them here. take a gander.
