-I'm holding on to my last breath-
The result being
A hollow feeling in my chest.
The need to search for a worthy
Cause/reason/excuse.
To let it out
Possibly,
Fly, to places unknown.
Under all these thoughts,
Hides deeper feeling.
The want of freedom
The Need.
Release of tension,
Let go of that stress.
Relaxation,
To just sit with someone in complete silence,
With ease.
Let this breath out
-Do I dare let it out?-
Irrelevant, the rest of the world
As I sit, unseen
And by reflex, observe.
Sometimes it's unsettling
How much they miss,
How much more I see
By simply taking the time to observe.
I can see the look in that boys face,
How he stares at her,
Obviously infatuated
And she continues on, oblivious.
I see the girl, singing softly
On the swing next to me,
Reminding me so much of myself.
I see a group of boys,
That have started up a game of football
And thoughts of my brothers find life yet again.
The sun is setting already
As it makes it's way closer and closer to the horizon,
I notice a solitary figure
Walking toward me,
In shadow
Unidentifiable.
I try to peer closer
Stopped up by my curiosity,
For I can feel
That I am this figure's
'Final Destination'
As it comes closer,
A thousand thoughts flash through my mind
And for reasons unknown,
For this figure,
-I dare to breathe my last breath- |
Submission Name: Farseer
