The Edge Of The Cliff Poem by Silentpoet Grl

The Edge Of The Cliff

Rating: 5.0


wandering along this broken path
my thoughts are so clouded
and many emotions churning
inside this wanderer searching
with each long and tiring step
more lost becomes the tortured soul
unsure of which direction to go
darkness haunts all that's behind
its always looming far too close,
trying to beckon me back to the dark.
soon the path begins crumbling away
i'm standing on the edge of a cliff
the crumbling pieces forever falling
in this bottomless abyss before me.
with no remains of a path ahead,
darkness keeps slowly approaching
pushing me closer to the edge of the cliff

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cosmic Dreamer 10 November 2011

We are all just one step away from tumbling into the abyss... Yet we find a reason not to take that final step... Wonderful poem...

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Kevin East 28 December 2011

Brilliant. Sometimes we awake from a bad dream to this reality, depicted, with anxiety, so well sp.

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Woven Life Poetry 15 November 2011

Wow! You said it all and I've been at the edge of the same cliff most of my life. Words are such powerful forces of release and finding some peace. Thank you for sharing, I found some peace in knowing there are many of us that feel this way that we're not alone and we all search for the same thing with out taking that final step. You're a very good poet with the gift of truly expressing your emotions with words.. inspiring and a good write.

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Dave Walker 14 November 2011

The darkness can get us all at some point, Sometimes more than once. But as long as we Can fight back to the light each time, then the Darkness can keep coming, because it will never Win, ever. Good poem, a good write. Really liked it.

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Matthew Petranovich 13 November 2011

The heart may be weak, and sometimes it may even give in, but deep down there's a light that never goes out. -Kingdom Hearts Good poem, Sometimes, I choose to fade in the dark, but I always come back to the light. That's the way life is, You can't be happy all the time, or what would happiness be? My mom believes when god comes, your gonna live forever and be happy all the time, but it wouldn't be nothing without sadness, hate, or challenges. That's why we live. Good poem, keep them going.

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then light forms a lasso and catches you - light will do that. the emotions are all there and that makes the poem good.

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