Echoing

I stare and stare from the edge of the cliff
There is nothing to see
Nothing to hear
A line of sensibility we must cross
Without faith or fear.
On my toes I stand,
There is no place to hide.
A rising wave of this dark climbs
From rocks and dots to my tiny toes
A mask on my face, I plunge
Or fall, I don’t know.
Down and down I go.
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There is a burst of light
Big and small
An eagle flying by my side,
Sharp and in control
Of its fearful flight.
My toes dip in water as I cause
A ripple effect in the sea-
I hear the cry of a whale from far away.
And suddenly I am not alone.
I choke, push my limbs to go up for air
A fish breathes in bubbles near me.
Everything is still, even my toes-
I cannot sense myself
As blue is smeared on the canvas of my life-
A colour I am trapped in.
I am a morsel to my mind
Hollow like the bones of an empty chamber
Echoing.
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~insight07
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