I am standing on a ledge now
It's very far down here, you know
So many people
They are talking
Some of them are even walking
It's weird, you know
Seeing all these people look so tiny
I am standing on a ledge
And no-one sees me there
The people
They are so small and frail
But yet
They are walking,
While I'm shouting for help.
They are talking,
While I'm questioning my uncertainty
Should I? Should I not?
I don't know.
It seems so far down
Surely, I don't want to get hurt, right?
But yet...
Why do down there seems so better than up here?
Why is the ledge not doing it for me anymore?
Why are people not seeing me?
Why are they walking straight on by me?
I am standing on a ledge
And I think I might be going crazy
Somebody,
Please
Talk to me.
Save me.
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Obstacles
PoetryObstacles is a collections of poems set in a order that tells a story about about how and what I went through during my freshman year all the way up to my senior year of high school. It has the sole purpose to inspire, explain, understand, and to be...
