Friday, 24 January 2025

Could I fly away

I awoken with a free day to see
relaxed, then ate breakfast; was required by me
buttered grilled Kippers, crusty bread on the side
sat to think of pretty words that almost rhymed 
I could not feel the peculiar changing of the tone
the frightened thought of me there, sitting all alone
in that moment life began to change, forever
I thought we would spend our life being together
I drove to the beachy head, climbed on the rocks
the moment arrived for me to, fly like a kite
arms spread out wide, upward push into the night 
it was then that I felt the fright, that I just, might
crash landing face down as my body hit the ground 
a bloody nose and an anxious frown
the realisation that after a ten foot dive -
- I would still be around.



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