Burning world.
Shattered glass.
A bird falling out of the sky.
The wings of an angel burning away.
Ashes.
Ashes.
The world falls down.
Allatonce,
B u t s l o w l y.
Scintillating light
Refracting through my vision.
Everything Is broken.
Stumbling through the screaming silence
A shroud of darkness
Blurring the corners of the frame
That was once so brightly saturated.
Fallingburningcollapsingslowlysilentscreamingblurringvisiondarkenedimagebrokenconsciousness fading all to
Nothing.
Angel wings surrounding, fluttering through the sky.
The silence is just silence.
The bright flashing
Ever-so incessant
Ceases.
A gentle choir
Among the gentle angels
Drifting through a gentle breeze
A gentle light
Among the gentle clouds
Glowing faintly throughout the sky
A gentle voice
Among the gentle song
Calling out to me softly.
F l u t t e r i n g w i n g s
S i l e n t s t i l l n e s s
G e n t l e c h o i r
G e n t l e a n g e l s
G e n t l e b r e e z e
G e n t l e l i g h t
G e n t l e c l o u d s
G e n t l e g l o w
G e n t l e v o i c e
G e n t l e s o n g
Gentle
Poetic
Death.
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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
