How do you explain it?
I'm at the edge of the world
Above there is day;
Below there is night.
Above there is life;
Below there is sleep.
My hand is clenched on the sharp edge of this rain-slicked precipice;
I look up through the downpour, through my tears;
My hand is slipping
I am slipping
And sometimes I'm not sure if I don't want to slip,
If I don't want to fall down, down, down,
If I don't want to give up,
If I don't want to give in.
My heart is a thousand icicles;
My soul is perched on a cliff;
Above and below.
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Lotsa Poems and Thoughts
PoetryI think that the title is kind of self-explanatory. I just jot down mostly limericks that I make up. If you would like to read this, please go ahead. Please give me many criticisms. I like to be loaded with crap I'm doing wrong so I can get better...
