Swinging way too high,
Almost over my head,
One more push and I'm over the top;
I'm sent to the wall.
Powerless and incomplete
Smiling although I'm headed for trouble.
Glances across the distance -
I don't care what anyone thinks.
Free of doubt,
Further every time I reach
Lightning colliding with cool grounds
Icy with a warm sensation,
Closer to despair,
Boiling red slipping from his face
I move a little closer
I know he's gone for sure.
The darkness is setting in -
A thunderstorm in January,
Soaking wet, no drop of rain,
Can't distinguish between blood and tears.
Fireworks above me, almost complete,
I give myself one more push,
Slowly closing, I let myself go,
And I am now free.
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