The wind blows my hair to the back as I face the endless view,
The wind dries the tears that fall down my face,
Would this not be your favorite place?
The water splashes on the beach mixing up the sand,
The water reaches for my skin,
Would this not be the best place you've been?
The air is fulling as I take one last deep breath,
The air is salty on my tongue as I let out one last scream,
Would this not be your favorite dream?
The waves invade my body, as I walk deeper,
The waves have trapped me under, I am floating now,
One last thing before I take my final bow,
I love the way it makes me feel, my escape from reality,
This is my favorite place.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Sorrows
PoetryHere is a book filled with poems that I'll be writing on a daily bases on how I feel. I enjoy writing them on my free time and also when I'm thinking alot. Enjoy!!
