The Edge

The Edge

A Poem by Chantee

So 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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i really like this, got me scared for sec lol

Posted 13 Years Ago


Interesting twist at the end. The first half had me reaching the edge as I have done so many time when cliff walking. The echillerating feeling with the wind blowing in your face. Then your dark twist as the second half comes in. good write.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on February 18, 2011
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Chantee
Chantee

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