“darkest Before The Dawn” - Poem by Kimberly Crumpler
I’m on the edge and looking down,
Must be a hundred feet to the ground.
For if I fall, the way is steep,
Death becomes me, from beneath.
Deep inside this body beats, a rich endearing being.
A breathing living soul and feelings worth revealing.
Finish what was started, continue with the plan.
Make the fated choice and take a final stand.
Pushing myself forward, wanting to turn back,
Lost in bitter confusion, no reasoning for the facts.
Searching for the answers, trying not to sway,
Knowing death and tortured souls are but a leap away.
To leave all you love and hold so dear
And give into the depths of death and fear.
Live in a world of turmoil and plight
Or become a trapped soul, adrift in the night.
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