From the Edge
By Sprite
~**~**~**~ The ocean Is deep and wide, Upon this mountain drive The craggy precipice Beckons me To stand on tiptoe And dive, Practice flying on the wind, Hang ten from The edge of God. So long have I Tossed coins, And only bought myself Despair, It seems too hard to think, Or continue asking to know Why, Into the rapidly Thinning air. My eyes deep in their sockets, Their lids pasted carefully Shut, The sight of the world is refused Unlike the aching in my gut. Numbly staring into space From countless nights fatigue, Foggy, I drink My lonesome solitude Hoping to be released from life's only Perfect promise, My wretchedly painful Need To be loved. Staggering past my yesterdays I crawl to my tomorrows, Wondering when the torment Will join with All my sorrows And take the step away from here Into the unknown Nether lands of men Fallen.weeping dry tears Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 01:22 PM PST, Joyce 0 • 1
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