so...

so... so. again, i stand at this precipice. this ledge. i am so dizzy from looking down, i swear im falling, i can feel the wind in my skirts. im spinning...and i steady myself for a moment, realize, i havnt fallen...shake my head, rub my eyes. i can feel the ground, smell the soil, but when i look up, (to see whats below! to see where i am!), i dont know what happens. but im falling again, i swear im falling! and i grab the soil, gripping, tearing it so i wont fall, to anchor myself...and right now, i know theres no anchor. and i definitely cant go back...and so, closing my eyes, i throw my arms wide, and embrace the wind...bismiallah...

 

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[Sound]

I agree with the smiling monkey. I like this poem too. You have a unique form of writing. This one reads almost like your other poem "adrift". They both seem like a stream of thoughts sort of the way a person actually thinks while in stress and such. While adrift makes the reader feel this desperate sense of falling, this poem makes the reader feel almost claustrophobic in a way. Makes the reader FEEL the anxiety. If that's what you were going for great job. If it wasn't...well then I personally still think it goes along well with the poem. Nice.

[C.J.]

nice poem i like the outline good job>