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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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