I wander around, aimlessly searching for my purpose
Then, out of nowhere, I am booted from the behind
I stumble
Trip over my own feet
And involuntarily run to the edge of a cliff
I fall
Down, down I go
So far below, and it's taking a millennium to get to the bottom
I don't have a parachute
A cushion
An angel to save me
All I do is let the air, rushing around me, hold on for a split second then let me fall
I cannot stop it from happening
It just does
I fall
Still, I won't reach the bottom for a long time
Is that good?
That I will not meet the end so soon?
Or is it bad?
That I will keep falling, not knowing when it will end?
Until I realize that I am in a dream, imagining everything
Every thought
Sensation
Feeling
I will keep on falling
With no one to rely on
With nothing to hold
Nothing to save me
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Poems Without A Purpose ✔️
PoetryWhen there too many thoughts in my head, I write them out in anyway I want. So, this collection of poems used to be all about depression and sad stuff, but I realized there are many more emotions than that. If you're reading this or any of my poems...
