The Angle's Hand

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

A top of the wall

Why should I try to make sense of it all
When thus far all endeavors have failed

Why should I struggle to win in this world

When each chance that I’ve had I’ve assailed

What can I make of the pieces that lie

Broke and scattered in front of my view

What is the purpose of picking them up

When it’s clear I don’t know what to do

Why should I hope for the darkness to leave

And the sadness to fall from my eyes

When it’s clear I will never give up this charade

And stop hiding behind all the lies

I’ve gone through these questions again and again

But the answer is always the same

That I don’t have the answers, not even a clue

And I’ve only my own self to blame

For I’ve pushed away everyone who ever tried

To assist me and show me they cared

And I’ve burned every bridge that my path ever crossed

Just to prove to the world that I dared

So I stand all alone with no friends and no home

And no future to speak of you see

And no reason to live so no reason to give

Anyone any chance to reach me

For I know what they’ll say as the coax and the sway

Me to come back from off of this ledge

But I’m on my way down to my hole in the ground

My next step to become my last pledge

But I’m frozen in fright looking into the night

At the city that brought me to stand

Here atop of this wall so I’ll try all in all

Reaching out to take the angel’s hand

…Jeff Bresee

Submitted: April 01, 2012

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