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Weightless

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