Monday, October 21, 2013

"Cliff's Edge"

Defiant waves pummel and kick   
striking against soaring towers   
Mists and cold spray leave the edge slick   
siphoning my waning powers     
I stand alone on the cliff’s edge   
collapsing within my despair   
I crawl cautiously to the ledge     
where brutal winds whip at my cares    
My fingers bleed with razor cuts   
sliced by the terrors that grip me    
I desperately grasp at the ruts   
carved by the sea’s eternity   
I lay prone on the jagged ground            
in submissive subjugation        
My chest constricts as I look down            
at Death’s beckoning temptation        

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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