rapid winds push me
im nearing the end
limited time is available
physics is not my friend
im in motion
therefore I will stay in motion
the tide is coming in
faster than my dreams arrive
i can feel the earth beneath me
no longer will I have to suffer
for I am too weak
the circulation of my blood is cut
breathtaking this world is
literally
my breath has been stolen
my feet; no longer on the pavement
agree with the wind
let it carry me
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
