Edge Of This Ledge

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    Edge Of This Ledge

    I'm standing on the edge,
    On this mountain's ledge,
    Looking down on the one place I couldn't leave,
    Feeling the soft fall breeze,
    Yet deep down I know,
    I want out before the first fall of snow,
    I'm leaning forward,
    Holding on to all with a single cord,
    Looking down at what could be my fall,
    But for some reason my conscience is my only stall,
    My heart is racing,
    As worry, guilt, and stress are the three horrors I'm facing,
    I'm leaning more and more over,
    this ledge is ever lasting or maybe I'm not sober,
    The breeze is picking up,
    My conscience screaming don't jump,
    My feet are slipping,
    In this mistake theres no fixing,
    The ground of the ledge is no longer beneith me,
    And no one can even see,
    For some reason I'm not screaming,
    Just calmly breathing,
    I'm staring at the sky,
    And I'm aware I'm going to die,
    I'm watching the base of the ledge comeing closer,
    Calmly waiting for this to be over,
    I take one last look at the ledge,
    And realize I'm past over the edge,
    I see you standing there,
    But this is the one thing you cannot bare,
    I would've apologized but I gave into my own fate,
    And you were just too late,
    I can no longer regret this mistake,
    For it is you who was always fake,
    I can feel the wind rush past,
    As I'm falling so fast,
    Did you know we think about so much,
    When your falling from hights like such,
    For instance the ledge where I cut the only tie to all,
    And chose to let go and fall,
    The ground is only feet below me,
    Soon to be collided with ending with me becomeing free,
    The lights are out,
    I can't hear your scream or shout,
    Everything is so dark,
    Why do I not have a single mark,
    I am sitting up and I do not know why,
    I guess death isn't something that would work I say with a sigh,
    I look down at the floor,
    Why is there light comeing from my door,
    I'm in my bed,
    But I thought I was dead,
    I see you walk in,
    And then I realize I comitted no sin,
    Now I see why I never went off the edge,
    when I looked down from that ledge,
    I never actrolly gave up,
    And I never could've tried to jump,
    Why would I when I've got you,
    I'm still thinking as I say I love you too,
    No wonder I'm still alive,
    I could never take that dive,
    And risk loosing you,
    Your the only reason I keep going too.

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    queenoffundy commented on Edge Of This Ledge

    07-10-2009

    You are fortunate to recognize the edge at such a young age. Over your life time you will learn to live with it and sometimes even walk away from it for a while. Keep writing!

    Tomarra

    10/15/2009

    Thats what happens when you have a hard life from the beginning, and I don't walk away from my problems, I have to face what is put in front of me or I'll never make it past them.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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