For art class I've written a poem that matches with a digitally manipulated self portret.
The poem:
Farewell
Vague is my life without you
teardrops falling down on your photos
making them vague
You were slipping through my hands,
like ice,
melting by the sun of another
Memories, stolen by the time
or given to the fire
but the ashes can't make me forget
It's been seven days now
feels like seven years
or more like a century
Seeying you,
trying to catch you,
you're like a shadow
Feeling the wind blowing,
throug my hair.
It's cold up here
One last deep sigh,
closing my eyes.
Jump.
hearing a woman screaming,
falling,
feels like ages,
touching the ground,
in one big slam.
lying there,
blood flowing all around me,
sirens shrieking
the world's getting darker.
Peace...
Rest...
Finally...
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