Walking to the Edge
This was one of the very first poems I wrote.
You step to the plank.
Your thoughts all but blank
Tears flooding your eyes
You can hear the Angels cry.
You watch your steps as they become shorter and shorter
You can see your breath against the air as you can see the fog against the sea
The waves crashing at your side
You’re at the edge and you don’t know what to do
Your body shaking, your time is running scarce.
One last breath and than it’s all over
One last thought.
Your scream breaks the silence.
The Sea rests in peace as the Angels scream in fright.
Dawn breaks through the dark night.
A new day that will break the struggles and fights.
Your thoughts all but blank
Tears flooding your eyes
You can hear the Angels cry.
You watch your steps as they become shorter and shorter
You can see your breath against the air as you can see the fog against the sea
The waves crashing at your side
You’re at the edge and you don’t know what to do
Your body shaking, your time is running scarce.
One last breath and than it’s all over
One last thought.
Your scream breaks the silence.
The Sea rests in peace as the Angels scream in fright.
Dawn breaks through the dark night.
A new day that will break the struggles and fights.
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