The EdgeA Poem by TaySo very close to the edge. The wind takes my breath leaving me with nothing, alone. It seems so clear, but i can’t. Holding back, holding on. Leaning forward to get a taste, but staying far enough back to keep from getting sucked in. Pulled into the darkness pulled into the hurt. It calls to me I am on my own, nothing to keep me back. I lean towards the edge. Maybe I should just let it take me. © 2011 Tay |
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