Possibly Dead

Possibly Dead

Falling from the last cloud

Reality spinning, air is loud

Air brushes my skin, hair flying

Thinking about the fact, that I'm

Possibly Dying

Adrenaline moving

The clothes on my back, I'm loosing

Wind is loud against my ears

Is this a a dream that could just-

Possibly Disappear?

Im slowing down, eyes now open

This can't be the end, my thoughts, outspoken

Still, face down, falling, and falling

People below watching, asking if I'm

Possibly Bawling

Here I come, life or death

I take in my last breath

As my body hits the surface,

Life is still, silent, I'm feeling

Possibly Worthless

Been in hell his whole life, but this is heaven

Seems his life was too short, just twenty-seven

Within' one jump, he met his death-bed

Scary to think that he's

Possibly Dead

Reviews

[Virdie Morrison]

I think the premise is good but it seems your rhyming effort undermines the actual story. I have a harder time enjoying poems that rhyme this way because I believe the form should be secondary to the message. I do like the eery tone you portrayed, it was very fitting for this subject matter.

[devooe]

Hi Virdie! Thanks so much for the review! I understand where your coming from. The rhyming scheme probably isn't the best fit for this poem. But hopefully with more years of experience in writing ill improve. Im only 14 right now but I hope when i'm older my poems will be like yours yourself!