Chronicles of the Never Ending

There are two protagonists in this short poem: My mind, who is the real me And the other one, is the vessel, the one people judges and cannot see what is beneath it

I stare at never ending abyss. 
My mind, it keeps pushing me over to the edge. 
Waiting for the fall. 
I place my numbing hands on this bare shoulders, 
and gently whisper memories into her ear. 
I'm raw, I feel anger, I feel pain... I feel nothing? I feel everything at once. 
Sorrow. Sorrow. Sorrow. 
Go to sleep. Don't wake up. Lay in the cold stone ground forever. 

Reviews

[Susana Puente]

Lost wording put togather....made me feel lost and conterdicting ..