Drifting, hanging, steadily
Swinging from a vine.
Floating, flying, going
Deeper into space.
There is something calming,
Being lost inside clouds.
And there is something alluring
About not feeling anything at all.
A twitching hand, struggling,
Thinking about letting go.
If I fall I don't want to
Be missed or mourned.
I'd just like to be at peace
With the raging ocean inside.
And there's no peace until
There's nothing left inside
For me to take for granted.
(2022)
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Feelings - A Poetry Collection
PoetryFeelings- A Poetry Collection is an experimental project where I test out different poetic styles. Normally for my writing, I do free verse, and occasionally haikus or rhymes, but I'm looking to flair up my work.
