I felt the burning desire to jump rise in my throat
The dirty sin of which I let the dark control me
I wanted to jump and leave behind the life I've messed up
I needed to jump and look for a fresh start
I couldn't even escape myself from the change I've dreaded to come
The burning ashes of my skin, floated to the ground
The deed was done
But a screech resounded in the ears of every person who's done me wrong
The majestic red feathers that flocked and rose anew
No longer the flightless bird but a predator of life
Staring death down the face and daring to approach me, another step towards. Me.
Even death cowered beneath me, grovelling for mercy
Finally.
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
