Structure:Free verse....
Theme: sadness
Poet: I myself
Walking along the desolate edge, I wander if tears could overflow...
The deafening silence, evidence of my sorrow.
I stand, peering at the ruins of my sanity...
Is it possible to drown, choked by my own tears?
Witnessing my last moment on the brink of isolation...
Where the morning is dreaded and evening even more so.
And yet despite all this-
The sky is blue, the wind is calm...
As if in order to dissipate my morose mourning.
The sky is blue but my senses can do nothing...
But to grasp helplessly at it.
Can I not lock myself away forever?...
Can I not cease in existence.
Can I not name the reason for my sorrow? ...
Or am I damned to rebuke and repulse every good thing.
Alas, woe betide me, I stare at the sky in scorn.
Swearing to vengeance its betrayal, in my well of depression.
My tears do overflow, but why is my heart full to the brim with desert.
My eyes cry for help but are not seen...
My heart lies vulnerable but is not sealed.
My mind however is bound tight, soon to be obliterated...
There was no beginning, there is no end.
I still stand now on the brink of eradication...
And I suspect my mind balances on the brink if extirpation.
Though I wish I still have it...
So that-maybe-perhaps...I just might...Live
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Teen FictionLove, hate, sadness, joy. I wrote a lot of poems, at first i wasn't really a poem person, now i write it quite often actually. They are weird in my special way but the overall message is deep and very relevant and ecologically valid. I do write ran...
