I've finally found it,
The edge of the world,
It is a real treasure,
More than humans should hold.
From this thin, crumbling edge,
I can see outer space.
I can feel the wind whipping
My hair in my face.
It's not like the stories,
Ending in falls,
But dark, gray, and dingy,
Not scarily tall.
Yet as I stand here,
Surrounded by stars,
I know this edge holds beauty
Like nothing on this world of ours.
Finally I turn around
And start to walk away,
Leaving the edge for others to find
On another average day.
YOU ARE READING
Ink and Quill- Jess's Poem Collection
PoesíaIf you want to read my poems, go ahead... the world awaits.
