Author's Note: I didn't really plan on writing one, but if anything, this poem has to do with stress or pressure we face in everyday life. Enjoy!
Falling...
Falling...
Falling...
I fell for miles, it seems;
a dot in a void;
a face to forget;
words on the wind
The pain is quick, I hope;
that's what they said;
I trusted them;
did they trust me?
Under clouds, above Earth;
it
all
seems
so
quaint.
so innocent;
peculiarly,
so free.
Visual poetry is secretly my favorite. I love the line "Under clouds, above Earth;" so much. It really speaks to the purgatoric feeling that life can give sometimes. The resolution couldn't have been any better. It's like as much as you hate falling, you know that as long as you are still falling, you'll never hit the ground. Welcome to the blog my friend! Keep up the good writing!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Liam, 'preciate it! haha
ReplyDeleteVisual poetry is overtly my favorite! Also the formatting gave it an awesome feel! It was a great poem alone, but with the falling words and different text sizes it was really cool. Also I love you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Evan! I...love you too?
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