Feb 2021
The tug,
The pull,
The snap.
Giving way to the fall.
Time, flowing like water
Among glittering beaches.
Darkness moves in,
But a flaming defiance
Rises like a screaming gale
Along the gap
Where the string once existed.
In the flames of renewal
A new string is born,
Holding back
With a grip like thorns.
Spiraling in and out
Of a fruitful Existence,
We stand on the brink of life.
The pull,
The snap.
Giving way to the fall.
Time, flowing like water
Among glittering beaches.
Darkness moves in,
But a flaming defiance
Rises like a screaming gale
Along the gap
Where the string once existed.
In the flames of renewal
A new string is born,
Holding back
With a grip like thorns.
Spiraling in and out
Of a fruitful Existence,
We stand on the brink of life.
Hi~ hi~ everyone! I was listening to some Bring Me The Horizon today, and I caught myself thinking what would happen if I just drove my car into a tree (while I was driving my car I thought of this). I knew it was a dodgy thing because I don’t know how fast before I die. In the end I figured out one thing. If I went fast enough, I’d be dying, blinking out of existence, but I’d be screaming to live, in every last cell of my body. This poem is to reflect that. I didn’t crash my car. I’m not dead yet *******! (Said in a joking manner)
