I inhaled a lungful of courage,
Then jumped,
I hear the glorious music of Mozart in my head,
The maelstrom of emotions barely gone,
The bar suspended in two parallel ropes,
I feel them cold to my hands,
The warm night is lashing at my face,
I maneuvered mid air,
I let go,
My eyes shut and my body ceases to move,
Fall,
I shall fall,
To the cold ground that could never match the coldness in me,
And no,
This ain't time for sweet salvation.
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PoetryThings I write in the middle of the night when I can't sleep or whenever I feel the need to put my heart into words. Poems•Prose•Short Stories•Artworks
