Inhale.
You close your eyes, as if by shutting them, you could shut out the noise.
White noise.
Every separate sound blends and blurs into a shrill, piercing echo.
You hold your breath.
Waiting, waiting... on what?
Every word that's been carelessly tossed your way resurfaces; you remember everything.
And in that moment, you're four.
You're learning to ride a bicycle, and you start to fall- but a hand catches you.
Turn around, and all you see is blue. You're flat on your back, you feel the grass bending beneath you. You run your hand along the grass tips of the uneven lawn, and you feel safe.
The next thing you feel is air, rushing by you as you fall.. but there will be no ground. Why did you inhale?
To remember. Everything.
Exhale.
You crash into the water, but you don't feel it just yet. All you feel is the colors you've seen, the scent of safety and warmth, the love and the hatred.. and you remember why you're doing this.
Inhale.
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Author:
myleealollar1945 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Imagine water. Your first time swimming in a lake... the feeling is surreal. You're thrown in, or jump from a rope.. and you can't find up, but you don't want to anyway.
- Category: Surrealist
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I'm Impressed, slightly worried about a Maybe hidden meaning in this but Impressed. I like it
The meaning is what you've assumed.. suicide. However, it isn't glorifying it.. it is just describing the feeling one might have if they were in that position.
I might have worded it wrong but that "maybe" was there because I wasn't sure. My mind just kind of goes there a lot, I hope that didn't offend you or anyone really. But regardless, it's still a great piece of work in my opinion
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