How awful it is to fly
In a sky where no sun shines
No clouds at all but darker than night
Even the owls need a little bit of light
You were my guide, you lit my path
And now I can't see
It's getting pretty hard to breathe
My fingers are paralyzed
Without you the air spins
Frozen tornadoes whipping my lips
I cannot speak, and everything reeks
Of darkness and death, and the larks'
Melodic breaths have been reduced
To clashing piano keys, dissonant harmonies, and happiness is so distant.
It's like seeing the sun's glow from Pluto
I can try to reach out
And touch the glowing sphere but
It's nowhere close to here.
Without you, I rest in the arms of fear.
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Jars of Stars
SonstigesThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
