Edge Poem by Michael Moorcroft

Edge

Rating: 5.0


The wild wind,
Whipped her face,
As she quickened the pace,
Sorry that she had sinned,

She reached the cliff,
The sea crashed against the earth,
Her body went stiff,
She had been doomed at birth.

She was pushed to the edge,
And couldn’t go back,
In the end she drove the wedge,
And left before they began their attack.

A single tear trickled,
And she leapt.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Candace Johnson 09 September 2009

I could really hear your voice coming out.... tragic... but great 10+

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Larry Megazzi 18 August 2009

Michael. You do setting very well. I could almost hear the ocean.

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Lorina Zapata 17 August 2009

WOW! Tragic but very effective.

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