i like my edge.
it haunts others.she's crazy
if she goes, i go.
poor girl.
let's talk about this.
please, don't do this.
get away from that ledge!
tunnel vision kills
there were no signs.i peer past my feet.
there's nothing.
nichts.i drop a rock
waiting for the echo.nothing
but a bottomless abysssee! there's nothing.
don't jump.
you'll regret it.isn't that the point?
i feel nothing.
is the end different?"nothing" is better
than the pain behind me.i'll take my chances.
my legs move,
dangling over the edge.stop!
give life a chance.
it gets better.
you're just hurting.yes, mein schmerz.
while no one was looking,
i leaped expecting death.her hands snagged me.
my collar wrinkled.she hauled me back
onto the mountain,
berg des schmerzes.scolding me,
love shines in her eyes,
die augen meines schutzengels.Sorry, mom.
I love you, mom.
Thank you, mom.the abyss can wait
for some other day.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poetrymy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.