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Sunday, May 6, 2007


another poem... i can't think of a name.maybe, waterfall
standing on the cliff,
looking at the falls,
letting the mist wash over me,
as my tears, they fall,
i'm spreading out my arms,
wishing to fly,
and as i jump over the edge,
for one second,
i feel alive.
then the water envelopes me,
takes the impacts sting away,
then i think about the fear,
as i wash away,
the coolness takes away all the pain i've felt,
makes me think very clear.
and as i wash away,
away with all the hate and fear,
and the pain from throughout the years,
i think about how much better i am,
and the fact that i'm still here.
i swim to the side and climb and jump again,
and know i realize it's a cycle of pain that never ends.
a cycle of pain and fear.

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