Free before reality sets in.
You're falling.
Falling faster than ever before.
You know when you reach the bottom,
It'll be the end,
And you'll be alone.
Alone in the darkness.
Waiting now for the inevitable.
You near death is the only future,
And the future is short.
You may never feel so enlightened again,
Falling alone in the darkness.
Never safer, never more free.
Free from life.
Free from fears.
The ground grows closer,
The end is near.
I close my eyes,
And wait for death.
My life repeats,
For a mere second.
Then I hit the ground.
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Poetry Volume 1
PoetryJust poems, mostly unedited. These are raw emotions treat them with respect and no flash photography.
