The Edge

The Edge

I've been to the bottom
I screamed at the top
My lungs have been full
To let out a sigh
The hair was pulled tight 
Strands in my fingers
But the pain doesn't linger 
Don't judge or give the finger 
I've been close to the edge 
One or two toes over 
The bottom seemed endless 
Just closer to the edge 
Stepped back
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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