On The Edge
By windrose
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I think I’m falling to pieces
All the roses in bloom have withered in age
For the first time in my life
I’m faced with obstacles
For reasons after reasons after reasons in rage
I've been denied
I’m blind…
This blindness caved in and trapped me in a cage
But I, I’ve come a long way to come out of age
I guess I’m growing old
Every bone in this frame is aching in the cold
With nothing left to hold
When the bells come to toll
Time is close and a line is drawn where I’m sold
In this wicked little world
O love…
O love, don’t tell me, don’t tell me I do wrong
For I, by next Sunday morning, confess all I’ve done
All hell is breaking loose
These fires keep burning and hurting my eyes
And I can’t bear the pain
If this is what I chose
Clinging on to my sins and living of these lies
Nothing more to explain
I lied…
I lied because I was tired and confused
And I buy me time to save an excuse
If there’s anything like hope
All the time I fear to think about these thoughts
I’m hanging on a rope
Wish I was never born
How long is not in question but too late it is
To rectify my soul
I tried…
I tried many things but I failed to achieve
If I have to surrender, I prepare to leave
On the edge of eviction
In pledge of conviction
Where I’m supposed to go
I'm a condemned man
On the edge of eviction
In pledge of conviction
Where I'm supposed to go
I'm a condemned man
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hello windrose,
hello windrose,
this is a shockingly good poem - poignant and honest to the point of unbearable.
an acceptance? perhaps - yet the slight undertow of anger is utterly engaging.
thanks for sharing
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Full of sorrow, very powerful
Full of sorrow, very powerful.
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