~Poems~

Swinging In The Wind

Swinging in the wind, the leaves are rattling over my head

Sleeping and hanging from a branch and remembering when I was a child, I'd lie on the couch upside down and telling my mother I was sleeping like a bat

Well who sleeps like a bat, but for real this time?

My mother would tell me that I would need to sleep upside down for that, however

Swinging with the wind, feeling every change with the tree

Swinging and swinging, recalling times when I was a child and I laughed out loud for them to push me higher on the swing set

Higher and higher

Swinging in the air, but not as high

The coldness from the wind hits my skin, but I'm not there to feel it

Swinging in the wind, lonely like I had been recently

Up and down, forwards and backwards

Completely alone in this forest, nobody is near to see me

Nobody to ask how I'm doing

But they're lucky, because this sight isn't pretty

Feeling suffocated as I swing with the wind

If there was any words I'd say to them all, it's "I'm sorry"