Into the depths of the pit
It was unknown what secrets were held inside it
Maybe my will to live
Maybe my will to die
Standing at the rim, I cried
A foot on the ground
A foot hovering the air
Will I fall and POUND
Or will I fly here and there
I couldn't hear a sound
Quivering breaths
Steadily shaking
Looking into nothing
My life was awakening
Falling, failing
Peacefully sailing
Through the air
Am I still living?
Am I still there?
Do I have to keep living in despair?
Or am I flying?
I feel I am nowhere
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A Collection: Under the Sky
PoetryDM me if you want to be entered into this book! It's a collection of poems that could be published into a real life book after so many poems have been entered. I accept every poem that is sent to me. These can be under your real name, your pen name...
