So close to the edge.
I feel my heart breaking,
The wind suffocating me,
Not to mention my teary eyes
Not to mention, it’s hard for me to see.
So close to the edge.
I feel Life taking my being into its hands
And crushing it, making it hell,
And crushing my skin, making me bleed.
A foot off the edge.
A shattering sound of a finger
Pricking the chord on the Guitar,
The sound breaks my eardrum
The sound forces me to scream.
Standing on my tiptoes, off the edge.
The moan of the flute has an effect on me,
It brings my heart to tears
It brings my soul to a calm grievance.
Looking up at the edge.
I see where I am falling…
So close, a foot away and on my tiptoes.
Closer and closer,
Regardless of the depressions
The fall wasn’t so bad,
It was when I hit the floor
I realized I was falling.
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