Push me over the edge.
Just do it.
Let my body fall through the refusing wind.
Push me over the line.
Down the hill.
Just a little bit closer.
I'm standing by the edge and I feel the wind enclose itself around my freezing body.
So close.
All I need is a small push.
I look down.
So close.
All I need is a small push.
Will you be the one?
The one to make my feet slide over the edge and let me gasp as I feel my heavy body slowly come in contact with the hard and cold ground.
A loud sound will echo through everything.
Into the eternity of the closest ones' ears.
To be replayed.
I'm standing by the edge.
Push me down.
YOU ARE READING
~Poems~
PoetryI have always loved writing poems, so I'll post some of them here! Hope you'll like them!