Standing at the ledge

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

sometimes you have to get to the ledge before you know wether or not you want to jump...

i walk, nowhere in particular until i have to stop

feel a rush of air coming up, i know i've made it

look down to the bottom, wanting to leap out from the top

i've found the ledge and i don't know if i'll make it

i feel awake as i look into mysel

do i want to jump, or do i want to stay?

look into the abyss, into myself

stay on my path or forever stray?

i stop and think to myself, what is the reason for wasting my time?

what is the treason i commit against myself for every second that ticks away?

my life flashes, each day and moment, i don't find happiness, but i find a drive

i realize...am i alive because i breathe, or do i breathe because i'm alive?


Submitted: February 28, 2012

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