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Too Late

February 4, 2014
By Anonymous

The wind whipped through my hair
And clouds formed in the sky
I felt like I was floating in the air
God, I am up so high

Standing on this cliff
I finally feel free
But as my burdens started to lift
My mother’s voice echoed through me

Her voice was like a whir
Floating around my head
I should’ve listened to her
But instead I jumped off the edge

As I started my endless fall
Tears ran down my face
My voice nothing but a screeching call
Out into infinite space

My heart was beating fast
And my stomach was a black void
My eyes were aghast
As memories were destroyed

I wish I could fly
Because I don’t want this fate
I’m not ready to die
But I guess it’s too la-



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