Reality 1
I float
Adrift
On the cold, harsh unforgiving breeze
The slippery feel of the bubble around me
Trying to keep myself steady
I lye on its bottom staring up at the clouds
Blue
Green
Pink
Purple
The substance of the bubbles roof makes the clouds seem to shimmer with all the colours of the rainbow
The icy wind betts against my shield
My prison
But I can not feel it
It's quite
It's empty
It's lonely
I look around and notice the walls of my prison are thinning
Desperately, I scramble to my feet
Steadying myself, I pound my fists against the thin substance
Even though I might only be ceiling my own fate
I keep pounding
I start to yell
Scream
But every time I speak my throat burns like my saliva has turned to lava in my mouth
I feel my lips trying to close against my will
Trying to sow themselves shut
Everything telling me not to speak
Not to cry for help
But against every part of me that's telling to shut up
I let out one more cry
The bubble pops
And I fall
Falling
Falling
Then suddenly
I feel I soft substance catch my fall
It kinda hurt actually it was quite painful
I sit up and find myself on the back of a giant bird
A pure white dove
It's head turns slightly and I swear I could almost see him smiling
Your safe now
I drop down onto my back again and gaze up at the clouds
No longer worped by the bubble
But now the clear blue and white colours fill my eyes
My eyes that I am now closing
For the first time
In a long time
I can see clearly again
For the first time
In a long time
I can sleep soundly again
For the first time
In a long time
I am free
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Reality 2
I float
Adrift
On the cold, harsh, unforgiving breeze
The slippery feel of the bubble around me
Trying to keep myself steady
I lye on its bottom staring up at the clouds
Blue
Green
Pink
Purple
The substance of the bubbles roof makes the clouds seem to shimmer with all the colours of the rainbow
The icy wind betts against my shield
My prison
But I can not feel it
It's quite
It's empty
It's lonely
I look around and notice the walls of my prison are thinning
Quickly, I scramble to my feet
My hand slipping and sliding on the soppy floor
Now standing I desperately put my hands against the sticky surface suprrounding me
Below me is a drop that will surely be my last
My tears spill down my cheeks filling up the bubble
Seeping through its bottom and falling to the grass below me
So
So far below me
If only I could fly
Like a bird
Or drift
Like a feather
Slowly to the ground
My glossy tears keep falling
Atemting to fill the bubble
A desperate hope that I could make the bubble sink slowly to the ground with the wait of my pain
But my efforts are in vain
The bubble pops
And I fall
I fall
I fall
Towards the earth that would be my final resting place
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Side
Poetry⚠️disclaimer⚠️these poems contain self harm and themes of depression and suicide Basically a bunch of poems that I pulled out of the top of my head. Most of them are really depressing so if you like that kind of poetry well your in the "write" place...
