...Precipice

Cascade of words escaping my grasp

My feelings flowing ebbing and growing

Deep rot in my throat as my brain tries to cope

These verses echo the throbbing loss I feel

Of something I have never known

Yet here it is as real as I am alone

Begging and borrowing from memories of the past

Hoping for one instant I can grasp

Feelings of warmth and hope I once knew

Escaping the precipice I feel is near

If only to hear, feel, or see a fleeting moment of purity

A hope that I know is long forgotten

Ill begotten

One night made it feel alright

Now every day I fight

A trickle of fear

Knowing there can never be more

Alone on this shore I can feel the breeze blow

Knowing the unrelenting power of the waves

Me, I cannot save

Stepping to the abyss

My children I cannot dismiss

They will never know the throbbing pain every day I withhold

Behind this cautious smile

My soul

Committed suicide…

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Published on Wednesday, March 21, 2018. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

...Things I cannot have

Comments on "...Precipice"

A former member wrote: "My children I cannot dismiss", that is the absolute fucking truth. I can't tell you how many times that the thought of my children have kept me from going off of the proverbial deep end. They are the truest things in this brutal world. Beautiful work, love. Queen Reb:).
A former member wrote: nice, i love how it flows
On Tuesday, April 24, 2012, dwells (4284) wrote:

Sounds like you can't go home, so sad and the expression was palpable. May your fortunes improve and luck smile upon you, cheers!