Like a wave of realization
Of the man who's wife has gone,
It is back.
And I remember,
There is nothing
Holding me here
Nothing
For me.
I am so
Empty.
And I think
If I
Untied my feet from whatever is tethering them here,
And I let go,
Would I soar and start to dream?
Or
Would it just be
A
Leap off the roof?
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
