The Edge
The inspiration of my motivation,
is speaking the words i cannot say.
I was a bonfire of emotion filled with hope.
Quickly smothered by a blanket of hatred.
I became an ashen pile of uselessness,
losing myself in the wind.
I lost.
I was lost in my ship, lonlyness,
for seven years at sea.
Capsized by a tidalwave of depression,
people speaking without discretion,
unable to show my expression.
I sank.
I'm broke,
because of all the jokes made at my expense,
unable to pay my debt with dollars and cents.
They came at me now much more intense.
I broke.
I was done,
cornered with no place to run,
the edge at my heels as they began to poke fun.
I fell.
The wind went rushing past my head,
not able to tell if i was dead.
Istarted to cough unable to breathe,
the pain like a sword not in its sheathe.
I choked.
An angel then to my rescue,
a man named Peter,
many thanks over due.
To him i began to speak the words unspoken,
the wind had stopped and i wasn't broken,
I was speaking louder now as if awoken.
With a new fire that burns bright,
and a ship that sails upright.
All thats left is recompense,
on a debt unseen by common sense.
FlikeringHope