A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


363. Falling through the void

Falling, I’m falling

Through the air, through the sky

In the wind, up so high,

Through the night, through my life

Cutting darkness like a knife,

Falling, I’m falling

I’m falling down, I’m falling up,

I’m falling in every direction

All at once, no reference, no anchor

Empty or full? I don’t even see the cup,

My gig is pure misdirection

But the world asks for an encore,

Falling, I’m failing

I’m lost in a sea of troubles

I don’t know what reaction

Should I take arms or let myself be swept by the stream

And suffocate under the rubbles

Where no one will hear me scream?

I have no plan of action,

Failing, I’m failing…

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