Why are we given these lives
These feelings
These abilities to be
We could have become anything
Yet here we stand
on the edge
Silence rings
Our hearts beat
On three you ask
Memories flood my head
My hand tightens its grip
wondering if I'll go
On two we tense
Sweat cools in my palms
Wind brushes our hair
Mother is always looking out for us
On one we leave
We came in with a bang
Now we leave with one
We return to our roots
At last we are in peace
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
