I stand on the edge
of nowhere
it's the end of the world
or at least, the end of mine
why is it always so cold?
so windy?
but so freeing
I feel a sense of peace
blossoming fuller
with every icy stroke of the wind
every gust if air that shakes me
everything
at once
comes crashing
d
o
w
n
I curl up in a fetal
position and shake and shudder
and cry
oh, damn
I cry so hard
because everything
hurts so much
I just can't take it
anymore
it hurts it hurts it hurts
hurts
maybe it was the wind
maybe it was me
maybe I slipped
maybe I jumped
but I fall
and I don't hurt
anymore
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
