A Final Holiday

So drab and colourless,
the sky loomed overhead
And brought that doom-filled feeling,
The one I’ve learned to dread.

I scream into the void
The dark and dangerous abyss,
The breeze whips away my scarf.
I hear a resound, a sigh, a hiss.

“Come, on Jump” I hear them say,
A torment from a fateful past,
I step back from that final edge,
This was not the first time, nor the last.

I did not surrender, I didn’t fall
I had the strength and found the way,
This time I did not heed the call,
of death, that final holiday.

 

My Name is Kristian and I live in the South East of England. I have been writing Fiction and poems since I was a child, but never shared them with anyone. Back in January 2018, I attended a Creative Writing Course at City Lit Academy in London and this opened the floodgates of my imagination. I then started my blog, Talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com

I have written short stories in various genre’s including horror, murder mystery and fantasy and also enjoy writing poetry when the urge takes me.

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account (if you have one) to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com 

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