All we need is one push
to fly over the edge..
And we are tumbling down
behind the setting sun
beneath the crescent moon
We are tumbling down
into an endless chasm
Where the falling stars live
and the broken roots grow
We are going down
down
down
into the inky abyss
Where darkness breathes life
into our shuddering bodies
and encases our limbs
like smooth satin
welcoming our souls home
We have always been
creatures of the night
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Author:
xeina (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2020 05:33
- Comment from author about the poem: I could never describe a poem of mine, really, or what it means to me. All I can say is that I write to be able to breathe afterwards.
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Comments4
I really like this one. "Where the falling stars live" is a particularly good line.
This really has great flow.
Thank you so much.
Now go and have a laugh at the piece i posted yesterday please
Enjoyed this poem very much. I could feel the descent into the stars. Brilliant!
Thank you Saxon Crow. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
"Where the falling stars live" is a wonderful line as even in that 'inky abyss' light can be found so as creatures of the night you still have light around you. Good write.
Andy
You can find life even in the darkness, my friend. Thank you for your comment.
With satin to cushion my fall, the thought of the end may not be that intimidating. Thoroughly enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing.
Don't forget the stars! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.
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