She stood on the edge,
Gazing at the cliffs below.
Out of self-preservation
Only a few were allowed
To be near her fragility.
You were one of those few,
One of the ones she trusted.
With her broken heart,
And disturbed mind,
She allowed you near.
She stood on the edge,
Gazing at the cliffs below,
You were allowed near,
She trusted you,
You pushed her over.
Now stand on the edge,
See her body below,
Broken and bleeding,
Admire your handy-work,
You've destroyed a beautiful thing.
Author notes
He doesn't realize what he does. I think that's what hurts the most. he doesn't realize that he kills me inside.
Written September 5th, 2006
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Spooky! Sounds like he's not the one for your heart, a bit like the devil in the pulpit!
Great title! Vivid imagery. It kept reminding me of a girlfriend who suicided (off a cliff). The grief has passed, but the haunting images still linger.
Anyways, I'm rambling....
Best wishes -Emmjay
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a very haunting write. i love how the stanzas create a dark tone/feeling of suspense and then it ends in tragedy. love your word choice. fantastic form of expression and i hope things shape up for you soon!
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sooooo sad
oww!!! how sad!!! that is so cruel what they did!!! its such an emotionaly powerful poem!!! i really liked it though...i hope to be reading more poetry from you!!! keep writing!!!
Boogey
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Excellent metaphor here. I know where you are coming from and I feel your pain. Your words show your emotions and so does your imagery.Great write
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Alot of powerful emotion in this piece. I know so very well how that goes. They usually never do., Its most of teh time all about them. As long as they get what they need they will do whatver to kill whatever strength you have left. This was indeed a great write. Thanks so much for sharing it.
Vsutton
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