Over The Edge Poem by John Johnson

I am standing on the edge now,


Looking down on the jagged rocks,


Thinking of her,


They are all empty thoughts,



I stood at the gates of heaven every time I felt her touch,



I have seen and done so many wonderful things,


But none of them compare to the day we exchanged are wedding rings,


Life has seemed to lost all meaning,


And I know that she is gone,


I can not run from her,


She fills my dreams,


And all of my thoughts,


That is why my blood is stained on the jagged rocks