Like wisps of smoke from campfires
across the skies I soar.
The wind carcasses my body
the cold numbing my skin
I feel alive,
yet dead.
I can see my body,
yet am not in it.
I don't feel anything.
I'm peaceful, I'm at peace.
And like a blanket
the clouds engulf me in their cool embrace
It starts to snow.
one flake difts toward me.
It carries sadness,
the painful suffocating one
that I have left on my behest.
Pain hits me first.
then dizziness
then confusion
and majorly obscured vision
as I breathe once more,
I can agree it is better to return to happiness and pain
rather than forever in peace
and unknowingly leave
sorrow behind.
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A Drop of Silence
Poetry- Sometimes Silence is the only water to your internal flames - ～～～～～～ Emotions that weave through my body and comes out through my words. ～～～～～～ Music that flows through my mind and feelings that battle against time. ～～～～～～ Allow the notes to guild...
