Edge.

Edge.

A Poem by Amber Miller

Everyday is a bloody battle.
Everyday is a favorable fight.
Everyday is a terrible test.
Everyday is a judgmental judge. 
It brings us closer to the edge.
 
Everyday we barely survive.
Everyday we get lost in life's tide.
Everyday we indure pains from fear.
Everyday we cut through the tears.
It brings us closer to the edge.
 
We are close to dying.
We are close to breaking.
We are close to cutting.
We are close to crying.
It brings us closer to the edge.
 
We ARE dying.
Losing life's game.
We ARE breaking.
Becoming sensitive.
We ARE cutting.
Letting blood flow out.
We ARE crying.
Tears wetting faces.
 
It brings us to the edge.
Then,we jump off the edge.
And we are now silenced in the alive world.

© 2011 Amber Miller


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Amber Miller
Amber Miller

Henderson, CO



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My name is Amber.I'm currently a freshmen in high school,and I've been writing since the 5th grade. My 5th grade teacher always encouraged us to write when there was downtime in class.And there was.. more..

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