Friday, 29 July 2011

I turned back

Today I stood,
At the edge of the world.
I've yet to see anyone fall...

But dead winds roar
The ground is slick,
And water wets the floor.
I stared at an ocean's black,
Thicker than I've seen before;

I could have swiftly swum, or sunk.
But my stomach churned, my gut went soft
And my brain began to thump,
My thoughts bled into the water,
But I pumped them back,
And of that, I thought no more.

Today I walked, right to the edge,
And dipped my toes quick in the shore;

I turned back, I turned back.

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