That initial jump.
The hardest disition is over.
Your pain can vanish.
Dissolve in the air
that's surrounding you every centimeter
closer and closer
To the end.
The wind whipping through your hair.
Than you wonder,
Could I have saved me?
Could I have spared my life?
But by now it's too late and everything .
Goes.
Black.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThese are poems I write, there just things that come upon me:) I hope you guys like them!
