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Precipice
I wrote the following poem in remembrance of my deceased younger brother, Edwin Charles Etgen, who lost the light and never found it again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A precipice into an even darker abyss that everyone seems to know yet everyone seems to hope there is no such place. We all deny the place we know, for it is the same place we go where it is so dark and cold and choking, smothering out the light. Any warmth that we may hold any light that had a glow now seems to disappear below a hellish cliff to a hellish hole. Dare we peak over the edge to see where all this could end? A simple breath, a gasping cry, a night that blots out your sight and you are left blind; reaching, grasping, fighting gasping for the right to breathe, searching for a light to see. Panic sets within your bones piercing them, you are still as stone at this precipice you are not alone, but there is not one hand to hold. No eye to see or seek your face with no lips to form your name. There is only dark and shame. Forget me not, for there I go, to the hellish hole below. I could grip on if I dared, if there was just one soul that cared to reach down in the dark, to grip my hand and touch my heart and should I see that face I know- that is where my soul could go. A dark ledge, a precipice leading to a dark abyss it doesn't have to be like this. if I could find the light again.
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