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The Edge

A piece of me.

By AshPublished about a year ago 1 min read
The Edge
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If only you could see

What I see

It's unfortunate like the falling leaves of a tree

Where once was life

Now there is nothing left

But coldness piercing through my skin like a knife

Things change in an instant and your left on a last note

Waiting for a chance to wake up

Realizing its all been a joke

This is life in all it's glory

It's the abyss, you stare down every day

When everyone says not worry

You know their lying

Lost for words after prying

Trying to give you comfort after having cracked your chest

Guts spilled; with all you hold truth

Everything I have ever known is put to the test

Clenching to memories

Never forgetting

Empowers me to write

Choosing to live in the past guarantees you'll never have a future

Before you can heal you must know where to find the cure

It comes from within

once you find your way

There is nothing that will leave you in dismay

You've been there before

I have adapted to this war

No longer charging in; courageously blind

I take my Time

allowing time to unwind

Knowing that at some point in time

things fade

But seasons change and new things are made

Brought back to life from the edge of death.

sad poetry

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