poetry: carry me

Carry Me

Azia Anderson

Rapid wind push me

I'm nearing the end

Limited time is available

Physics is not my friend

I'm in motion

Therefore I will stay in motion

The tide is coming in

Faster than my dreams arrive

I can feel the earth beneath me

No longer will I have to suffer

For I am too weak

The circulation of my blood is cut

Breathtaking this world is

Literally

My breath has been stolen

My feet; no longer on the pavement

Agree with the wind

Let it carry me

insta - twitta - tumbla

xo, azia