On The Edge Of Darkness

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This is my first free verse poem in a long time. I prefer free verse because it allows me to truly express myself without having to worry about a rhyme scheme.

On The Edge Of Darkness

I'm standing on the edge of the precipice,
looking down into the darkness.
Hatred, Anger, Bloodlust,
all those feelings from hell,
snake up into my heart.
Tear me into pieces from within
while you stand idly by
triumph in your face as I'm pulled down.
Tears running down my face
I beg forgiveness for my sins
You refuse and cast me away
And I'm falling, falling into darkness.
Tendrils of heartache suck the air from my lungs
I'm suffocating, seeing my doom.
Sinking into a bottomless pit
Deeper than despair and death.
Darker than the deepest night
Loneliness dogs my footsteps
Scaring everyone away
I smile on the outside, yet inside I'm crying
I'm so alone, and no one can help
No one will, they don't know
How far I've fallen, and how far
I've yet to go.

Loud voices all around
Without an owner, all voicing
the doubts and fears within my heart.
My hands over my ears, I cry with the pain
The words like daggers.
Images of those I love
fading away, leaving me alone in the dark 
it's too much for me to bear
I curl up within myself
Waiting for it to be over
Seconds seem like eons
I close my eyes against it all
And succumb to the darkness.
My screams go unnoticed
my tears invisible
I reach out for someone, something
to help me through this torture
My limbs feel heavy with exhaustion
My heart pounding with the effort
The blood running through my veins
is cold as ice, making me cry with pain
Collapse with fatigue
Alone in the darkness, with only
my sadness and despair as companions
Until even they leave, and I'm just left
With no feeling at all, only numbness
flooding my body.

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Robtaylor commented on On The Edge Of Darkness

10-13-2009

this poem takes me back to a time when I felt exactly this way, nothing left, not even the pain, but the numbness is worse than the pain huh

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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