At the Edge of Death
When faced with the end
Mind and soul surrender
Standing on the edge of death
Could not stand the pain
Struggling for every breath
Body headed to the grave
Miraculously saved
A Strong mind now insane
Body awake and Alert in life
Hurt and surrounded by strife
Would not admit having cried
Filled with false pride
Felt so incomplete
A recovering mind that tried
Thinking of the past
The decisions that came to fast
The mistakes that were made
How long will this mind last
Will it die in life's shade
Physically survived
Nothing was derived
All was lost
These decisions had a cost
Copyright © Matt Forshay | Year Posted 2015
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