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This Cliff (or final days)

Resting on this cliff
wondering if . . .
I feel I cannot go back into my life
I feel that it would be a lie
I sit and fear
The rocks below me whisper in my ear
The wind that pretends a gentle caress
And seduces me into something less
Than living, and laughing, and being
But can I ever trust the world I'm seeing?
The hands that reach to push away
The strands of hair that linger in my face
The words that whisper to my soul
And promise that the rocks below can make me whole . . .

I stand and feel the knife rip through my heart
Because I cannot jump and tear myself apart
From the life that squeezes shut my throat
I cannot release myself upon the grave below . . .
But I also cannot return to live
Within the world that will not give
Inside the days that will not see my truth
And sadly now I know, neither will you

And so I stand and whisper breath
Into the air that seeks to bring me death
Locked within a space I cannot dare to leave
I may as well have died for all that's left of me

But I will rest in quiet resignation
Knowing deep inside, my final destination
Is not withheld, just merely now delayed
And so I sit, upon my cliff, in these my final days.

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On Monday February 14th, 2005, An Expired Member (12) writes:

It's so... wise and just touching... you inspire me Cre... I'm not exactly sure how but like your poetry just... moves me

On Saturday October 2nd, 2004, Ravenblade (275) writes:

Still an amzing write cre...loved every word still...though I may be in a better place now than I was then, I can still relate to this on a level...loved reading it again....>Raven<

On Tuesday April 6th, 2004, BoldSolitude (277) writes:

Very eloquently stated, The last six lines really drove it home for me.

On Friday August 1st, 2003, AlluringDescent_darkbride (765) writes:

Despite all my sarcastic remarks about different things...I can't seem to come up with anything. Nothing...I wish I could paint a portrait with my words as you do.

On Friday October 17th, 2003, AlluringDescent_darkbride (765) writes:

The despair...I have felt this way. Wanting to give up but knowing that I'm too freakin stubborn to ever just give in...

On Friday July 18th, 2003, braindead_poet (583) writes:

Im digging deep, yet cannot seem to find the right words. woah, i guess. So alone with emotions uncontrolled. You're beautiful, cre, through and through

On Saturday July 12th, 2003, An Expired Member (83) writes:

everytime I read your works I'm left speechless

On Wednesday July 16th, 2003, Sky Singer (212) writes:

ditto. and i think that's the only word i can get out right now......

On Friday July 11th, 2003, Jonas (866) writes:

wrapped like a blanket, a song of silence a word of pennance the stroke of a caligraphic pen on stone, on sky, on unmarked grave, girl you made me cry... girl just remember it's only once a girl will fly

On Friday July 11th, 2003, An Expired Member (18) writes:

wow. amazed. i am engulfed in this piece. It will stick with me for a while... #flower#

On Thursday July 10th, 2003, Ravenblade (275) writes:

You never cease to amaze me...This poem though the sad undertone reminded me of a place I used to rock climb, where I'd always go to just sit and think stuff out, a lot of time I had feelings similar to these, but other times just to heal myself. Great w

On Thursday July 10th, 2003, Ravenblade (275) writes:

*Great write, touched close to home for me

On Thursday July 10th, 2003, nonhero_until_death (167) writes:

this is so dark and sad. the mind teetering on whether or not to rest eternal in a bed of rocks below the cliff or go on in disgust and anguish. almost too much for words...

On Tuesday July 8th, 2003, SageoPhoneus (147) writes:

you, uhhhhh, damn, ummmmm, perfection.

On Sunday July 6th, 2003, GothicBlack (269) writes:

oh boy do i know what your feeling. I enjoyed it all, thanks. ~gothic~

On Sunday July 6th, 2003, Demosthenes (222) writes:

*rips out heart and gives it to you* -B

On Sunday July 6th, 2003, Bast (899) writes:

oh cresie... i know how it feels.

On Sunday July 6th, 2003, Silent_Poet (72) writes:

The method behind this was really great, although I felt certain words could be trimmed from this and it would still keep the same meaning and flow a TON better. Not that it doesn't flow as it is now. Well done!

On Sunday July 6th, 2003, Recycled (161) writes:

I never did read the poem. I couldn't tear my eyes from your new profile picture. I am sure the poem was great though. You don't post anything less.

On Sunday July 6th, 2003, Six-Out (1827) writes:

Jane, this one left me with an empty pit in my stomach. I can't muster the right words to accurately depict how I feel.

On Sunday July 6th, 2003, manywalks (951) writes:

This indeed sliced deep with the beauty and eloquence of a finely honed pen. ~ mw

On Sunday July 6th, 2003, Aurora_Light (573) writes:

wow is all i can say

On Sunday July 6th, 2003, King_Crazy_Dave (421) writes:

i feel like someone cut me in half with a blade forged with clarity and eloquence, thank you .its truly great

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