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The Edge

I have been to The Edge I have been to the darkness I have heard the screams of others fallen before me I have overlooked the oblivious mass of beaten souls And I have screamed silently at the terrors I felt the force pull me in, not caring to fight the powers I felt my sanity bleed until the blood ran cold and dry And suddenly I was alone One foot in, the other tried not to follow The figures that seemed to reach out in both directions faded before me I was captured and frozen between the dimensions And I heard a satisfied laughter Wait!... I have been released I felt the exhaustion overtake me and all was as before... Or was it? The light and the hope seemed to surround me But the darkness had already invaded my being And I began to question who had survived... Was it I? Or was it the souls who remained beyond this existence? No... I was not allowed to remain I was taken and gutted... I was invaded and stripped I was invited to death and thrown back Doomed to walk my days balancing this frightful knowledge I have been to The Edge... And I have returned

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Date: 4/16/2016 6:53:00 PM
A place I don't ever want to be Chris. it sounds like Hades or Limbo or something. I imagine this is what it would also feel like to be living during a Holocaust or something like the genocide of Rwanda. This poem really takes you there.
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Chris Hagy
Date: 4/16/2016 7:08:00 PM
Thanks for reading Andrea...Anyone who has been through any kind of war whether physical or mental could probably relate to this. I assure you my "war" is now over... actually writing a book about that too...wish me luck...have good day.

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