You have to be careful, being the heaviest thing in a weightless atmosphere,
bouncing quickly from puff to puff
before you fall
because it's a long way down
You have to be watchful, to see through the blanket of mist
It swarms you every which way
leary for the birds you don't want to hit
Because it's a long way down
You have to be enjoying yourself,
in the cumulous nebula,
or it's a chore to be in awe
Fly in the billows, for a little while,
before it becomes an entrapping thunderhead
And you begin to fall,
And it's a long way down
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.
