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On The Edge poem
On the edge
On The Edge
At the edge of a mountain alone I stand, with no one to guide me, or show me a plan.
I search the sky for a glimmer of hope, but the land is barren beneath the slopes.
I take a deep breath and beg for peace, but despair overwhelms me and refuses too cease.
I cry out wanting someone to hear, but my voice gives way to only tears.
I wish this pain wouldn’t tear me apart, but it hurts much deeper than my human heart.
Alone in the wilderness I finally surrender. Death awaits me with arms so tender.