The Edge

November 10, 2008
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Mother, look what I’ve become,
The world’s pushing me down.
Sitting on the edge again,
Overlooking frosted clouds.

Wishing you would pick me up,
I wait here in the rain.
But every headlight passing by,
Only increased my pain.

I know that you can’t see me,
For now I’m up too high.
And if the world keeps pushing down,
I fear that I may die.

My shoulders start to give away,
But my smile it never fades.
I tighten up both of my arms,
Remembering better days.

The guilt cuts at my elbows,
And soon my arms grow weak.
At this height, I see nothing,
Beyond my dangling feet.

My shoulders have now broken down,
I hope I will not fall.
The world is pushing harder now,
But I must give it my all.

I try to hold on tighter,
But my body’s moving out.
My shoulders fracture into pieces,
And I resist the urge to shout.

All the lies, they suffocate,
And rip at my insides.
On the outside, it’s ok,
But in my head the pain resides.

Waves of memories flood my mind,
And now I start to drown.
Sitting on the bridge’s edge,
With the world pulling me down.

Jumping off the bridge,
Falling through the air.
Tomorrow, you will call,
But no longer will I care.

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Andrew R. said...
Nov. 17, 2008 at 3:44 pm
Thanks for the feedback. I really appreciate it, and hope that whatever's going on in your life gets straightened out. <3
manicalxmolly said...
Nov. 14, 2008 at 6:04 pm
I have felt this way, and you wrote about it so well you must have too. Your comment at the end, it really is true. Often though I can't take my own advice and just let things go.
Lakisha S. said...
Nov. 14, 2008 at 4:10 pm
I love your poem. It was great. I love the way you expressed what you were feeling. It feels good to let out your emotions doesn't it? I'm foing to put a poem on this website and feel free to read it. You can keep checking if oyu want to, but it will be on there soon.
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