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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Howl in my Voice [✓ Completed ✓]
PoesíaWords that I want to scream out yet can't find the voice to do it, so I'm writing it all down in a collection where people can read it. _____ Please note this does contain dark content. Mature Language. Recommended for readers 18+ This is my own wo...