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Post by poeticsoul on Mar 20, 2007 17:17:04 GMT -5
T I would never resort to this, but there was a time... On the edge. No one to hold me back. A tear cascades down my face, Lands on my bare foot. Blue eyes sparkle and reflect what lies below. Blackness in them now. What would happen if I did? Would they know? Would it matter? Do they even know I am at this point? Shiver runs up my spine. Cold metal against my feet and hands. Arms wrapped tight around that bolted beam. Spread them wide and close your eyes. Falling, Am I really? No, I have been stopped. Blue eyes turned to stone gray peer around. Body sways, still on the edge of the sturdy, cold, metal railing. No one there. No one stopped me. I stopped myself.
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Post by Lady Idril on Mar 20, 2007 18:14:20 GMT -5
You've got such a natural talent for poetry, especially emotional sorts. I think every now and then everyone has a time when they want to give up, and this really speaks to that. Keep it up, this is spectacular
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Post by poeticsoul on Mar 20, 2007 18:39:02 GMT -5
Thanks! I really appreciate all of the positive comments. I also appeciate constructive critism if you have any of that, too!lol I am glad that you enjoy reading it, and that you think I have a natural talent for it! That means a lot to me. One time a friend asked me if I wanted to be a poet. I told her that, unfortunatly, poetry does not get the kind of recognition it should.
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