The EdgeA Poem by ChanteeSo very close to the edge. The wind takes my breath leaving me with nothing, alone. It seems so clear, but i can’t. Holding back, holding on. Leaning forward to get a taste, but staying far enough back to keep from getting sucked in. Pulled into the darkness pulled into the hurt. It calls to me I am on my own, nothing to keep me back. I lean towards the edge. Maybe I should just let it take me. © 2011 Chantee |
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2 Reviews Added on February 18, 2011 Last Updated on February 18, 2011 AuthorChanteeNCAboutI'm Tay. 23. I've recently started writing short stories. I've written poetry since I was young to help get my feelings out. I love to write to clear my mind and just as a form of expression in genera.. more..Writing
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