Monday, July 5, 2010

At the Edge

At the edge…preparing for the fall…
At a height insurmountable…  an abyss pulling me, so strong.
I breathe… the air seems sour…
The gorge so deep…  invincible is the Power.
Am breaking… broken pieces of glass
It’s hurting… the sharp edges that right through me pass
Am at the Edge… but not much longer…
…and then................I fall.

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