So close to breaking,
And yet not shaking.
Only trembling inside.
So done with aching,
So done with faking.
I need a clear blue sky.
I'm on the ledge,
Leaning over the edge.
About to take the leap.
Into the dark,
About to start,
Screaming 'look out below'!
Trying to feel,
But stuck with peals,
And empty mindless games.
But don't you worry,
There's no hurry.
To you it's all a lie.
Maybe one day,
You'll see the way,
The path of shattered glass.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI generally write poems just at random, I don't sit down and write them. Here is what I can find so far.
