To The Edge MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   To the edge.
He teetered on his knees.
Behind him were his tormentors,
The ones who brought him to the edge.
Carried there on the shoulders
Of jeers and insults.

To the edge.
He begged and pleaded, tears racing down his face
And falling over the edge with alarming speed.
His pleas were lost in the shouts of "fat boy" and "loser."
The kind faces of his parents were lost in the swell
Of hostile countenances.

To the edge.
The sharp jabs came like stones
Into his back.
To his feet he struggled.
He turned once more, and stared into the eyes of the mob.
And over the edge, he went, following the course of his tears.




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on May. 28 2010 at 9:59 pm
inspired_542 SILVER, Wausau, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
All nature is but art unknown to thee
-alexander pope

 it was sad but good...good work!! :)

on May. 28 2010 at 10:25 am
tori-gurl PLATINUM, Norwich, New York
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Favorite Quote:
smile through everything no matter how bad it gets because it could be worse and if it gets worse well then it can only get better. :)

that was sad but i like how you wrote it

 



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