The chance I took has taken me
Up so high so far I could see
Looking down on the swimming kids
Then I took my chance
I hopped once, again
Then jumped
Falling
The rush of such a sweet surrender
Then I slipped under
Feeling weightless, numb almost
Like nothing mattered there
Keep going down, deeper
Run out of air
There is no up, or down
Even if I tried to find my way back to the surface, who will take my hand and pull me back up?
My darkest time
Nothing matters
Nothing keeps me wanting more
The chance I took has taken me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i actually wrote this poem before most of the others, and if you read 'gasping for air' its like a part 2 of this. read it and tell me what you think