I see the rain
Trickling slowly
Down the glass pane
Onto the land below me
.
My fingers feel very cold
As I press them against the glass
My anxiety has increased tenfold
Though I’m riding first-class
.
Secluded, abandoned, I begin to feel numb.
I feel the guitar of my heart ceasing to strum
Lost and alone, I feel like a crumb
To the darkness, I want to succumb.
.
I feel shadows breathing in my ears
As it creeps along my spine
Whispers of my deepest fears
I have always dreaded flying
.
In the air, I feel too high
I shudder at the thought of having to fly
I never did like being in the sky
I’m only here because the time was nigh
.
Onto the land below me
Down the glass pane
Trickling slowly
I see the rain
About the Creator
Jessica Phoenix
I like to dig deep into things and find out their true meanings, and while I don't always succeed, it's exhilarating to try.
I write for challenges sometimes, but you'll also find me writing little stories for fun.
❤️Skating❤️
❤️Singing❤️
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