Trapped On The Edge Poem by Adam Day

Trapped on the edge
Balancing on a toe
Over across the way
The rangers ready there bows
Rapid cross fire
At the blink of an eye
Twisting and turning
I am wondering why
What did I do
To put myself here
What did I do
To bring down this fear
Overwhelmed with thought
My head drifts away
Feeling arrow by arrow
Brought by the month of may
The weight of the arrows
Send me tumbling down
Over the edge of the mountain
Sliding far far far past town
Into the valley
My body has stopped
Every part of me aches
And some have popped
Stuck in this rut
I feel I shall reside
Laying face up wondering
Should I swallow my pride
A beacon of light
Blasts me in my eyes
And I begin to hear shouts
Of many gals and guys
There calling my name
Asking me to respond
I lift my arm
Struggling to hold on
Voice has been trapped
No other words can come out
Wish there was some water
To take heed of my drought