I know a girl
Who is dead inside
She can't feel the wind blowing through her hair
or the joy that's supposed to be behind her "smile"
She can only observe the ripples in the water
And hope that some day
she can become one of them
Her eyes wander
From river to river
Lake to lake
Watching the ripples
Dance under the pale moonlight
Secretly yearning
to dance with them
The streets are empty
As her feet pass the edge
All is silent and blind
As she sets herself down
on the cool concrete
Her eyes dart back to the water
Watching their curves sway in the dark
No one knows, nor bothers to see
The girl as she hovers so close
To the end of the road
She is invisible
Even to the headlights blaring straight at her
As if to say, "There goes another one"
She knows no one can see her
And she likes it that way
I know a girl
Who sits on the edge of a bridge
And waits for the day
When her legs will gain enough courage
to fling her away into oblivion
So she can finally dance with the waves
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Drowning Lessons: An Anthology of Poetry
PoesiaThis is the COMPLETE anthology of poetry I have written in the last 2 years that revolve around the overall theme of drowning lessons. Each chapter is one individual poem. All poetry is entirely mine and any allusions within the poems to outside wor...
