Ali Rocks

Cutting Edge - Poem by Ali Rocks

Standing on edge
making the decision
about life,
Or maybe, surely
it is death,
Wind lifts my up arms,
my spirit, my hopes,
As they fall down
So suddenly, so heavily
As the pricks of fear,
Moving up my spine
Explode in my mind,
Soon I realize
The tunnel of death,
Tumbling down, down,
No hope of flying,
No hope of catching on
With last breaths,
It is the end, no turning back
Leaning slightly forward,
My lungs are clenched
Into my chest, my heart,
Halting its next beat,
Is held by my clammy hands,
My parched mouth
Struggles for air, choking
Fighting to live.
My eyes, blinded by fear,
See only what is to come.
It is clear now,
Before my sightless sense,
My trembling feet slide from under me,
I land, on safe, hugging ground.
I know now what I really feel.
I know now why I must keep on going.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 2, 2008

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