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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dietrich Avatar
April 16, 2016 at 6:53 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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April 16, 2016 at 7:08 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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