An Endless Drift Poem by Imaanah Saleem

When you feel the wind traveling at a frightening speed for hours and hours and on and on your screaming until you're no longer screaming because the absence of light has suddenly become tiresome to see and you close your eyes to rest but there is no way to rest because although you're passed the point of no longer giving a damn you still concern yourself with the pain waiting for you at the bottom of the pit, then you'd be just in saying you know how I feel. If there was ever a scorch so true, it would have you and I would not be so please to see you in a condition such as that because the greatest pain you could ever experience would not ease the pain I feel for ever loving you; for I still love you despite the fact that you chose another. Before you made it known, I enjoyed the flight because rather than fall I traversed in circles like a comet and you were my big bright beaming ball of fire that I felt sure I would orbit ‘til the end of time, but things changed when all the other stars in space fell and everything went dark.