Sometimes I stand
in the middle of the street
And I don't realize
how close I am to the edge
Until a car drives by and I feel the wind
blow my hair into my face
And I look around
and look at my feet
And then take a step away from danger
and I assume
Away from death
Maybe a part of me that wishes for it
Not death really
I'm too afraid to die
But of a suffering pain
that will bring reality to my consciousness
That will show me I am here
and I couldn't be anywhere else
Yet still I forget
And I somehow end up standing
In the middle of the road
A driver wouldn't care
or stop for a second glance
But when I realize how close I am
I step back again
And part of me longs
To just stay where I am
And hope I'm stolen by a force
other than my own
Hoping I can take
the easy way out
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Poems of Death
Poesía***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
