/Wild soul/
I want to die
but
I am not tired of livingI am suicidal
not because I hold a gun
but
for whenever I cross the street
I hope a car hits me
Yet I won't take my life
because I know that it's selfish
and that there's still so much to liveAnd the promise of freedom
and adventure
and wilderness
is what drives me insane
and gives me hope
all at the same
And although death is secure
Life is full of options
(and surprises and mysteries and laughter and tears and bruises and—)
Every ounce of me wants to live
truly live
but if that's impossible
then I don't want to breathe at allFor my lungs ache for mountain air
and my eyes ache for endless horizons
and my feet ache for deserts
(and valleys and forest creeks and highways and–)I'm like an animal in a zoo
caged in my own life
and there's nothing I can do to change it
But I need to feel the wind whipping my face
and the waterfalls crashing down on my skinfor my soul is wild
and if I don't set it free
it will kill me.
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PoetryA little bit of everything and nothing at all. //short poems// [some might be triggering] Highest rank: #224 in poetry (16th September, 2016) #272 in poetry (21st August, 2016)