The Edge Poem by Emma Woods

The Edge



Standing on the edge of the river
The edge of a cliff
The edge of a world
The sound of a piano
An organ
Tunder
The strike of Lightening
The sound of drums
Listen close
Lay these guns to rest
Stitch these wounds
Cry no tears
Kiss these lips
Soft and frozen
A wonder
A dreamer
A fantasy alive
A small sunset upon the horizon
The shade of a moon
The glimmer of a star
Sone into these eyes
Though no longer open
These hands I grasped
These eyelids rise and stare
Listening for a call
Rising to live again
Never dead
Always alive
Mistaken maybe
But never asked why
? ?

Sunday 8th June 2008

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brooke Moran 12 August 2008

UMMMMM WOW! WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THIS POEM! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE ENDING! BRAVO ENCORE MORE MORE MORE YOU BETTER KNOW YOU'RE A POET! FANTASTIC WRITTING :) VERY IMPRESSIVE

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