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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

I stood so close to the edge

But falling still doesn’t feel like the worst

For I cried in bed at nights like this

But tonight I hang by my mind’s twisted games


I’ve forgotten how it feels,

I needed my fill

For my thoughts made sure

They left me empty and hollow


Reeling, wanting, begging-

To be deprived of peace,

To lie alone awake on endless nights

I was convinced was what I deserve


Scraped knees, bruised elbows

At the dark I stared,

Lips heavy with all unsaid

Heart sank deeper with every step


Should I cower and hide

Under a delusion that my life isn’t over

Or should I be the brave one

To try and take a leap?


I hope it wouldn’t hurt

To see you on the other side

Submitted: August 19, 2021

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Bert Broomberg

Great poem. I enjoyed it a lot.

Thu, August 19th, 2021 9:00pm

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