I fly, fly high.
Can't see the ground
Don't know where I'm going.
But I'm not going.
Anywhere.
I'm longing around
See more than clouds.
I see freedom in the distance.
There is nothing in the distance
But someday.
I keep on going
In my mind
Feel the air on my cheeks
Shine of tears on my cheeks
Closed Eyes
Sun in the distance
Higher and Higher
Daedalus screams
The wind matches my screams
Reach out.
Looking around
Seeing more than clouds.
Freedom in the distance
There is something in the distance,
Land.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryPoems about death, about emotions, about loss, about confusion. And the occasional midnight killing.