The Ledge

Standing on a ledge in time

Searching through this shattered mind

Why am I stood here - in this place ?

The tears wet upon my face?

Beneath my feet - a black pit looms

- There's no reflection in the gloom

 

And in the memories from the past

I still see the peace that never lasts

 

Despite the ground I think I've gained

 - always something still remains

I'm holding on - I've done my best

But I crave for that eternal rest.

 

Within this cavern - dark and bleak

I cry so hard I cannot speak

My ears ring - my chest is tight

I am locked within this endless night

 

The End

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