Her heart is anchored
To the earth.
Each breath tiresome, draining.
She looks up.
Her thoughts irreparably tangled,
Filled to the brim
With despair, with death.
She looks up.
She spews violent spurts
Of bitter blood.
She drinks her salted tears.
And, yes, she looks up.
Feet muddied, ankles swollen.
Arms bound to her sides.
Fists clenched, knuckles crimson.
She begins her journey.
One foot forward.
The other, forward.
Again.
Again!
Now is not the time for rest.
Do not give in.
This is your escape,
This is your refuge!
Suddenly, she runs. Somehow, she sprints.
For just a moment,
Her chains are loose.
Her wounds? Disregarded.
She chases the sky.
She wants to feel it against her fingertips.
She wants to taste it,
She wants to smell it.
She wants freedom.
She longs for dashing feathered wings
Of her very own.
She dreams of dwelling in a palace of clouds.
She runs, faster, faster!
Fly! Demand the sky
To come down from the stars,
Dare the falcon to bow his proud beak to you!
At her highest moment, breath rapid, heart proud,
She slips. She crashes.
She has gone too far, too fast.
She has chased the sky into the sea.
There she goes.
Every scratch stings miserably.
She chokes on her own blood
Long before water can fill her lungs.
Her heart is anchored
To the ocean floor.
She sinks farther and farther away from the sky
Til she can sink no more.
And there she will stay.
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Tragic Poetry
PoesiaHere, you will find a collection of sloppily written, heartfelt "poetry" (it can hardly be called that, as it has no rhyme or rhythm - only stanzas). These words stem from my late-night thoughts and fears. Although they are merely a mess of nonsensi...
