what stops a soul from jumping off the edge
what keeps it from finding that narrow ledge
if i found that high place in the dark
i don't know how i'd stop the shove that would embark
i'd try to stand strong atop that narrow space
if i become weak that day place on top of my closed casket the whitest lace
don't worry about me after that day is done
i'll send you dreams of the race in life i tried to run
you'll understand why i let you push me over
and why i never wanted to lift my head off the cover
i promise i tried to find that peace inside
but couldn't shake the pain so decided to hide
my mind took over control
of what i don't know
i dreamt of happier days
but couldn't run fast enough and now i've paid
make sure that at our last hour
now one sees me because i fret my face will only show horror
Comments
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This was a very deep penning you have written
I love the imagery and rhyme
You did a fantastic job on this poem.
Thank you for sharing this piece of poetry
Oh and welcome to Ap hope you stay for awhile
Tony
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Welcome To AP
hello katherine bennett,
This was a very deep poem. I reread it a couple of times and I like it a lot.
One thing I would suggest is that the I's are all lowercase
perhaps make them I's.
On the last sentence you have :
"now one sees me because i fret my face will only show horror"
is now meant to be no or am I reading that wrong?
Like I said this was very deep, and I enjoyed the read.
Kari,
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