Foot From Death

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A foot from death
An edge that comes to a halting stop
My feet take one step closer
While I stare to the sands below

It is that sand
Not the fall
Not the wind rushing past me
But the sand that could kill

Small, grainy pieces of memories
Memories I can no longer face
Faces I can no longer place
And this spot

This spot
This secret overworld of lovely views
That leads me to be
One foot from death

I take a deep breath
Then a step forward just to feel the rush
Then I back away
Back into the weird collections of the past and future
The collection we call life





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ArchimedesWhite said...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 11:24 am
I find the symbolism here quite remarkable... Keep up the good work.
 
Steph0804 said...
Aug. 31, 2011 at 9:43 am
I love it! I love the descriptions, the comparison of sand to the people and things in life... I was so afraid she'd fall, but she stepped back again. I loved it! Loved it loved it loved it!
 
Megan.J.B said...
Aug. 27, 2011 at 10:00 pm
This poem is awesome! I liked the voice and style here; really original. I think the flow could have been a little better, maybe swapping some words around. Really good piece. :)
 
Garnet77 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 9, 2011 at 10:04 am
Wow. Your style is so unique and your word choice very well done. I love this! :)
 
CarrieAnn13 said...
Jul. 31, 2011 at 2:08 pm
This is great!  I love the imagery in this poem. :)
 
tealbird said...
Jul. 31, 2011 at 10:18 am
You have a really good way with words. The poem is really good.
 
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