Stand at the edge. Look into the deep abyss.
Breathe the air. Feel the roaring wind.
And then, jump.
Arms spread, heart beating, screams torn from your throat.
Smile; it's a long way down.
Still see the sky? You're not even close.
Half-way down; you're losing light.
Watch the ravine walls flashing by.
The rock bottom flies up to meet you.
Scream; it's too late to stop.
A contest entry
- Dark and Depressing #2 by XHollowXEyesX.
750 points, ended June 18, 2007, 73 entries
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Comments
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This was a poem that you only come across once in a great while. It's a shame, because I love poems like this. I adore the idea of falling. Falling allows the reader to use their imagination well. I'm glad you chose to write this piece. It was very enjoyable (is that a word? Sorry for my ignorance.).
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enjoyable is a word, yes.
I LOVE falling. And, although this poem is mostly about suicide (it IS a poem though, so interpret it however you want), I figure if I go, falling would be the way. Whether on purpose or accident.
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