On The Edge
The edge is a dark place to be,
The edge is where I stand,
The edge is where it all comes close,
The edge is where it can all end,
My words were written as a source of pride,
Some were scared,
They made some cry,
But my words are my words and mine alone,
They were written out of desire,
Out of pity,
Out of a need for escape,
Out of a desire for a better day,
The world seemed on the verge of discovery,
Every time I took steps forward,
Found new people to read,
I would be on the Edge of success,
Then away it would go,
I don't long for fame,
Or fortune,
I just want to write for you,
Life seems like your right there,
Always right there,
A step away,
On the edge of finding all that could matter,
But now the darkness seems home,
Never finding my way out,
Of the whole that I've dug,
On the edge of the end,
I've waited,
Pleaded and hoped,
That one day sometime soon,
I'd find my hope,
But instead,
Now I sit here toying with my thoughts,
The hammer pulled,
On the Edge of darkness,
Then the thoughts seep in,
What if it wasn't the way to go,
What if it wasn't the way to end,
What if it wasn't the way I deserved,
But thinking gets out of hand quickly,
Words,
My words take many forms,
Including the engraving on the bullets,
I love you all,
Never forget the dreams that call you,
Sometimes you'll get to the top,
I however, I sit for now,
I can't hold the hope inside anymore,
I can't think that everything will be great one day,
Now I stand,
On the edge of eternity
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On The Edge
PoesieThe world is a sad place to be if you're an artist. Sometimes every word you write, every note you play, everything you do puts you closer to the edge of fear, of resentment, of anger, and every time you get rejected, it seems you want to call it a...
