You're up high
standing on
towers of colored
blocks.
One click.
The blocks beneath you
disappear.
You fall.
Free-falling
in blackness
in a vortex
of rushing air
you fall forever
there is no ground
your face will greet
with landing.
Spinning,
pinwheeling
in the air
how do you feel?
Afraid?
Exhilarated?
You are
after all
falling in eternity.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Put your thoughts
to rest.
It was only
a dream.
But was that
falling
or was it
flying?
YOU ARE READING
Mini Poem Book I: Poems of My Soul
PoetryMini Poems: poems that don't take up more than a wattpad page. This is a book of mini poems, with topics that include: -tortured love -one-shot imaginations -a description of the little things in everyday life -confessions of what bothers my mind...
