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I wonder what it's like

to fall off the edge of my mind

it's kind of like a do or die

will I crash or will I fly?

There's no amount of time

that can measure how long it will last

because I can't even see oceans

that I know are in the pits of my mind.

Maybe if I continued to scream

I would be free to fly

with the wings of my voice echoing in the wind

allowing my arms to spread

and flee into a world where dreams are real;

a realm of possibility,

a realm of passion and love,

a world where hate doesn't exist

but maybe that's a far stretch.

Maybe this is the whole

'wish upon a star'

and you'll go far...

that's what I always thought

back when I was little

before I grew up and learned, it wasn't like that

but maybe if I believed enough, it would work again.

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