These Scars, They Tell Stories - A Poem Collection

Higher

Im flying.

High in the sky.

Nothing in my way.

My arms stretched out.

My eyes open.

No limits.

Free.

The sky is clear.

Its the lightest of all blues.

Can anything compare?

Nothing like it.

Almost white.

Its so quite.

empty. 

Not a sound.

Nothing in any direction.

Is anyone even out there?

The sky is getting dark.

Clouds are near.

Thunder.

Lightning.

Trees cracking.

Its getting louder.

My ears are ringing.

The buzzing in my head.

Darkness takes over.

No longer free.

Im falling.