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My worth is not found In thirty tablets of Tylenol Extra Strength Chased by several shots of Everclear Or inside someone else's body. I used to immerse myself in this lifestyle Until I realized I was going to waste The feeling in my bones went missing My desire to find that passion sank like an anchor No search party, no Amber Alert I was on my own Missing an integral part of me. I like bridges now And I never used to. I like flying now I used to hate it. But now, I look down I don't want to plummet into the blanket of water beneath me I don't want to hit the ground without living first. My mind still takes me to the ruins of my past sometimes It still holds me hostage with a gun laden with dark thoughts But I will stay alive. I have every reason to be dead I have one reason to be here: I deserve it. Now, I drive over the George Washington Bridge Keep my hands steady on the wheel Sing my heart out to my favorite X Ambassadors song Now, I sit strapped in on Delta airlines The pilot talks about ascending And I allow myself to rise. He says, "We are at fifty-thousand feet" I smile My spirit is now immersed in my own body I let my tears wash over me like a monsoon Because I am alive, darling I do not want to jump, or fall this time I deserve to stay soaring.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
Love at 50,000 Feet
My worth is not found In thirty tablets of Tylenol Extra Strength Chased by several shots of Everclear Or inside someone else's body. I used to immerse myself in this lifestyle Until I realized I was going to waste The feeling in my bones went missing My desire to find that passion sank like an anchor No search party, no Amber Alert I was on my own Missing an integral part of me. I like bridges now And I never used to. I like flying now I used to hate it. But now, I look down I don't want to plummet into the blanket of water beneath me I don't want to hit the ground without living first. My mind still takes me to the ruins of my past sometimes It still holds me hostage with a gun laden with dark thoughts But I will stay alive. I have every reason to be dead I have one reason to be here: I deserve it. Now, I drive over the George Washington Bridge Keep my hands steady on the wheel Sing my heart out to my favorite X Ambassadors song Now, I sit strapped in on Delta airlines The pilot talks about ascending And I allow myself to rise. He says, "We are at fifty-thousand feet" I smile My spirit is now immersed in my own body I let my tears wash over me like a monsoon Because I am alive, darling I do not want to jump, or fall this time I deserve to stay soaring.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
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