Weightless

January 12, 2009
By sara brock, Cypress, TX

My skin turns red from the cold.
Tears form in the corners of my eyes.
The wind whips around my frozen body.
I look up to the sky peeking through the tops of the buildings.
The train screeches and soon all the noise of the city is muffled.
I collapse as the ground beneath me shakes.
I become weightless and begin to float above the buildings,
Above the clouds, and past the stars.
I am alone and everything is silent.
The familiar sound of rumbling train tracks wakes me.
I grab my coffee and walk outside.
My skin turns red from the cold.



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on Jan. 15 2011 at 5:04 pm
falling10ssupernova SILVER, Warwick, New York
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wow cooll i like the way the poem came full circle really good stuff :)


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