Falling.
My stomach is in my throat.
The wind is howling,
Rippling over my skin.
Drowning.
My lungs are burning.
My chest is caving in,
Everything is going dark.
Burning.
All I see is bloody gold.
The skin on my arms is chard black,
And I can no longer feel my legs.
Flying.
High in the sky.
With limbs spread wide,
A weightlessness devours my...
Awake.
A startled jump.
To see is to feel,
And I feel nothing.
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Random Poems
PoetryThis is just some poems that I have written for school and for fun. I rant and cry and laugh and go just a little crazy so please enjoy.
