Cliff Diving

Flying in the air

Wind in my hair

Does it get better than this?

I thought I was invincible but I didn't get the principle until it was too late

Looking down my body's broken

It was the only token

That held me in place

Now I was free

Really flying

Not thinking

Not defying

About anything in this dying place

Flying in the air

Not a care

About anyone missing me

All they'll find is a body

A broken tree

An expensive car

And cheap whiskey.

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Wrote this March 3rd 2012

This poem has been published in a book called Accolades. I still retain ALL MY RIGHTS.
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I just really love this poem and I hope you do too.