when I die
at the mercy of self destruction
I will float like rose petals through the air
imagine
accompanied with the innocent blow of a child
who holds the petals in their small hands
and softly stretches them out
the wind can embrace them
the wind carries them away
away
far away
the child watches
maybe I was the child all along
and I gave my soul away
that's why I drift so playfully through the air
with delicacy
I travel in form of a soft breeze
I try telling Her
that it is all right
there is no pain that I feel anymore
there are no walls
no barrieres
only freedom
and soon I become a bird
I sing
as if the entire world could hear me
still floating with the grace of a child
now I am the rain
covering people with wet hugs
I try to reach every inch
of their structured pain
and worries
-g.b.
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Poems at Midnight
PoetryMy moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the...
