Inked.

56// Poem: Untitled

I am lying in an empty space
Only the darkness I embrace
I am hoping a twist in our plot
I am counting the beat of my heart
Three hundred sixty seven. . .
Three hundred sixty eight. . .
Three hundred sixty nine. . .
Reminding me that seconds are passing by

Suddenly I felt falling down from the sky
And the feeling is scary
Never knew how far my body will drop
Never knew how far my body will be buried
But then everything went back in one snap

I breathe in and out. .
Feeling my heart beating rapidly
Holding a scream to escape out of my mouth
The feeling of skipping a beat
Is like being near to death.