Wouldn't it be freedom,
To jump off that cliff?
That clumbsy rock beneath your feet
Will only go away
When you allow it to
It's funny, don't you think
That your feet fall
And so does the rock until it hits bottom?
That the stone will fall
But only you will break.
But isn't that rush worth it?
The smell, desire of freedom?
When there's nothing to catch you
When you plummet down
Flying
That cliff is so tempting,
A gateway to your Heaven
Allowing you to freefall until your death
A faster end,
A slower kill
But it latches onto your fear
You will never escape
Not that coffin you'd be put in,
Not that life you're caged inside,
That cliff is your heroine
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The Road To Forgiveness
PoetryMy fourth poetry collection. Sometimes... you just can't let go.