The Edge

These are the defining points, the leaps of faith which shape us

We stand now upon the edge of our lives
A jump in our hearts and tears in our eyes
The road behind us is tangled and marred
Ahead lies only the darkness of stars
The night is cold

Only the wind marks the passing of time
The tick tock of leaves, a slow, hollow chime
Slowly the pale mist shall strangle our sight
Should we not act on this longest of nights
We will grow old

It is an apathy that comes with age
Smothering ashes of impotent rage
Our Will reduced to its basest of forms
Quickly around us foul ignorance swarms
Should we be bold?

Only with echoing cry do we find
The courage given by prophets is blind
Pondering a plunge into the unknown
We must risk the void of dying alone

The saddest of stories are those that aren't told   

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on this great winning poem. Well Done!

[Pigfaced Cherub]

Great flow. Strong images. Good moral. I like it alot.
PFC

[BrightEyes]

there is a wonderful rhythm here, beautiful imagery, yet it is that last line that makes this piece. it is just that in your face, there it is, remember this line - that simply smacks the reader at the end. how true it is that so many times it is fear that ends the story before it has even begun.

[Doll]

a wonderful piece.