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On The Edge poem

Updated on December 13, 2011

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.



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