Resulting Experience
As the clouds walk our grounds
Falling rain plays the drummer
Peeking from the horizon
The sun rubs against my skin
Leaving a burn
Cars yell out of sight
Headlights wink in my eyes
I walk with a struggle
Getting by the wind
As it pushes me into a wall
Running through my body
My hair waves as the rain
Touches my face
Leaving fingerprints
My sweater wraps around my neck
The sleeves squeeze my body tightly
Loosing breath
My lungs crawl within me
Grabbing the air
Gripping it in refusal to let loose
My shirt unbuttoning itself
Letting me breathe
Telling me to open my eyes and seek
To peek at what taunts me
My hands throwing themselves in front
My teeth forcing to ask this unknown entity
what is this meant to be?
My toes grip the grass as it pulls me forward
My laces take hold of my ankles pulling me backwards
My eyes scratch open
I see this entity of darkness
I ask the wind to explain this haunting
The wind speaks aloud and says
You have refused your life
I blink three times
Open my eyes
I found myself underwater
Resulting of suicide
Copyright © Angela Solis | Year Posted 2012
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