Closer To The EdgeA Poem by Sandra K
Strong winds blowing,
Particles of teasing and bulling.
Filled the atmosphere.
Standing so close to the edge,
But yet, so far away.
She struggles to stay away.
The winds current gains strength.
Stronger and stronger,
The one and only thought:
Do not go near.
The wind echos,
Mimicking, criticism, and slander.
She hears it all around her.
Tiresome and worn,
The mixed feelings of
Emptiness, and peer pressure,
The strength of the wind pushes
Her closer to the edge.
She hear whispers and laughter,
Behind her.
Wherever she turned,
The sounds of whispers and laughter,
Came back to haunt her.
Pushed closer and closer,
To the edge.
The vision of their faces,
Brings a sudden pressure;
I just want them to like me.
Jumping down, was a thought.
Below her, nothing but pitch black.
Fall for eternity.
The fear builds within her,
Vision and memory come back to her,
Of past misunderstanding, and mistakes
She feels a sudden sharp pain in her side.
A gust of wind blew, pushing her over the edge.
Holding on to the edge with sweaty hands,
Her fingers start to slip.
How did she get here, she thought.
Her left hand slipped.
With all her strength, she tried to reach back,
Hope of saving her self, but lost
Hold with her other hand…
She opens her eye, to find herself
In a hospital room full of those familiar faces.
© 2008 Sandra KAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on May 8, 2008 AuthorSandra KValley of the Sun, AZAboutHello! I am Sandra Gustafson. I am in my early twenties. I am a mother to a beautiful little boy, who stole my heart and will keep it forever. I am open minded young woman. I have been told I am wise.. more..Writing
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