A poem.
My voice is not my own
The skin on my back is burning
The world is getting bigger
The clouds are going higher
And I am coming nearer
I can hear the people from my past
Telling me to stop
But I’m too free to freefall on my own
I’m out there screaming for my friends
Searching the skies that never end
I can feel the cold against my face
I remembered a different place
The past has hung my out to dry
If I could I would yell and cry
I’m too free to freefall on my own
I can’t explain what I can see
The world looks different to me
The sky can’t hold me still
I wish I could do it again
I would be a better friend
I would try to feel
But the world is better without me
I pollute everything I see
And I know that I need this
But do I deserve it
I’m too free to freefall on my own
I’m falling through a universe divide
To her house I’ll try to glide
But will the world allow me that favor
Before I go I want to see her
With her stare she could shatter time
With her heart she could shatter mine
Because I’m too free to freefall on my own
Where were you when I needed you the most
The father, son, and the Holy Ghost
They have left me here to die
They clipped my wings and I can’t fly
I’m too free to freefall on my own
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