The End
One mistake.
Can send you spiraling,
Out of control,
In the worst way possible.
To everyone around,
You look as though you're flying,
But on the inside,
You know that you are dying.
There is no escape,
The fall will be endless.
No end is good,
Because no end, ends well.
There is a softness,
To the gradual downward float.
Like riding down a waterfall,
On a sinking boat.
It's Ironic,
How you think it's getting worse,
But in the end it was that one mistake,
That's when it was all over.
So now I will enjoy,
These last few years of sinking,
Since I know that very soon,
The end will be calling.
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My Heart's Prison
PoetryThis is a collection of poems from a harder time in my life. They are not exactly joyful and have many subjects that people try not to broach frequently. These are very personal, but I hope that other people out there can relate. Thank you for readi...
