I have a tight grip to this railing
But absolutely none to hope
To what am I suppose to cling
When I’ve slid to the end of my rope?
A breeze brushes my eyelids
Reminding me where I stand
The sound of crashing waves to rocks
And deep waters reach for my hand
It would be easy to take this plunge
And never see tomorrow
To fill my lungs with roaring tides
And wash away my sorrows
For now I step back from the ledge
As my body shakes and sways
Though I may return to this same spot
Some other dismal day
SWD 06/2017
Update 03/2020
So well penned 🙂
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Hey, that’s what a call a poem! 🙂
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Wow… really nice!
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“To fill my lungs with roaring tides
And wash away my sorrows”
Goddamn that’s some powerful words there. Beautiful in a haunting way, brought old memories back and tears to my eyes.
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