Over the edgeA Poem by TrappedAnyone want to jump?
It’s not seen,
It’s felt. It’s solid, But you can’t see it till you’re close. The first time you see it, It makes you want to jump, The last time you see it, You make the final decision Between jumping Or staying On solid ground. People can build a bridge over the edge, Or make it all the closer. I feel the pull, It’s strong, But I have too many things Weighing Me Down. © 2018 TrappedAuthor's Note
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Added on December 12, 2018 Last Updated on December 12, 2018 AuthorTrappedNaperville, ILAboutI just write to escape the outside world and to erase my pain. I’ve been told my poems are “amazing” but all I see in them is my faults. more..Writing
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