standing
on the edge
the world flows away
melts behind me
nothing
underfoot only
air to the left, right
above and below
leaving
only me,
my crippled mind,
my tattered soul
falling
no support
no stop
no help
ending
I squirm
I scream
I never wake
dying
painless
care free
terrifying
A contest entry
- It's Dark in the Air by Tigris.
450 points, ended April 27, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This style of poetry is intriguing. With simply words you tell a fearful story of death, which is as you end it , terrifying. Thank you for your entry.

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Really good...
I felt this one....no lie
great job.



