I feel free.
I'm like a bird,
With its wings spread wide.
I'm not drowning.
I'm not surrounded by
My mistakes.
I'm not sinking.
I'm not falling for
Lies of friends.
I'm not hurting.
I'm not longing for the
Day to end.
I'm not suffocating.
I can finally breath.
I take a breath.
I feel light.
I'm like a feather.
It's only a matter of time.
I'm falling.
Again and again.
I continue to fall.
When will this end?
This constant cycle.
Over and over.
I'm not longer free.
I'm a caged bird.
I'm screaming for freedom
I'm drowning.
Along with everything else.
I'm screaming for air.
I'm sinking.
I can't stay afloat.
I can't breath.
Everything hurts.
When will it end?
When will I end?
I'm suffocating.
I can feel myself dying.
I can't take a breath.
I feel light.
Like I'm a bubble.
It's only a matter of time.
I'm falling.
This is the end.
I continue to fall.
This is the end.
The cycle is done.
I can breath again.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poems and short stories
PoesíaThis is just a random book of all the poems and short stories I wrote. Many were submitted for class assignments/ contests. (Warning: very dark ideals. SH and Kermit involved read at your own risk:))
