Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2015
My selfish interlude starts at the the end
I want to fly into the heavens with my arms wide open but I can only free fall to hell
Startled I begin to close my eyes and scream but I cannot breathe
Trying to yell for strength
I hear a voice saying hold your breath then splash into the water I go not knowing what is in store for me
To my relief I am so grieved
Not knowing I was always in his clutches burning
I always go-to bars to get rid if these scars that I can no longer bare
Adan Taylor
Written by
Adan Taylor  Springfield MO
(Springfield MO)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems