It was as if he were dangling off the ledge of a cliff,
The vast space between him and everyone else, a bottomless abyss, an endless rift
Helpless, vulnerable, terrified
The numerous monsters in his head unidentified
Scared to smile; scared to fall
Honestly, no one was quite sure if he was there at all.
He was betwixt the worlds
One of which where his darkness unfurled
And the other of which none of no one's words ever made it his eardrums to hear
As he was too uncompromising to let anyone near
Too afraid to accidentally hurt anyone, he really rather crawl
Which in the end was his downfall.
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Yes, it was as if he were dangling off of a cliff,
But he was tired of possibility; there were too many 'what ifs'
Helpless, vulnerable, terrified
Too many times he had sat with his monsters at his bedside
Scared to smile; scared to fall
And all of a sudden, he wasn't there at all.
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Of Sixes and Sevens
Poetryto be of sixes and sevens means to be in a state of confusion and disarray. a collection of poems by a person who has been stuck like this for a while. highest ranking: #411 in Poetry / / all rights reserved. do not reproduce or transmit in any for...
