#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
hoping they will end with a bright light
at the end of this long dark tunnel
this unending journey where i keep falling
into a deep dark abyss waiting for the grounds to hit me
i die every second, expecting each to be my last
as each second feels like a lifetime of regrets
things i did, things i didn't
things i said, things i didn't
living on the edge between the two
cutting myself deep, feeling the warm blood
run down my cold fingers
till drop by drop they start falling too
crimson waterfalls, eternal waterfalls
and i am falling with them too