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.
