I screamed out into the vastness of the world.
If we don't scream, are we even heard by the world?
The world heard.
I was met with cold rain, wetting my skin.
I danced in the rain.
If we don't dance, are we even alive?
The world saw.
The ground opened up and I fell down, down, down,
returning to the world from which I came
as I took
one
last
breath.
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December: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems from my diary for when you're feeling down. Author @GirlAmongstTheStars first collection of poetry. December offers a darker outlook on life. Note- Please do not copy my work. Cover art by me. UPDATE FROM AUTHOR- 'Life: A Coll...
