Slam poems/free writing

Sinking, falling, flying

(yyooo this pic is mine btw,just letting you know)

Is this sinking or falling, because they have the same affects. I drifted between world's,maybe instead of falling or sinking I'm flying,but,oh God! Does the sky look beautiful from the veiw!

The sky reminded me of her eyes,raw emotion would drip from them at times while I swear a while sunrise was captured in them, dripping from the vibrant color. And the fear oh God the fear!It clouded her mind and strung itself around her neck and she would drown.She would call to me pain and suffering coming from her voice while the sharp tugs of pain came to my heart as all I could do was listen as she ridiculed herself,the feeling of not being able to do anything making me choke on my words.

I want to save her but how can you save someone when you are drowning yourself?!
The mornings after where always the worst,it's when I would see the damage caused from the night before filled with war,the tear stained red cheeks,and the now hallow eyes,the fear still had it's grip on her throat,still choking back her words.

But at the same time every morning I would watch her rise to fight the war again another day after another day.She would remind me of the last warrior in a war, gripping onto her weapon, facing against the enemy army eyes filled with determination and fear.

She was like the sun a beautiful light in the morning staying strong all day but as the night would quickly sneak up on us,so would her demoms