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Title: Falling
Date Submitted: 1/5/2007
Email: crimson_surrender@hotmail.com

 
Poem: There is no destination apart from this.
But I'm still bracing,
always bracing.
Or left without the energy or care
to hold myself upon this world,
without the care should I fall.

And vertigo.
Forever feeling on the edge.
Teetering.
One move, one tremble, one tremor thorugh my body,
could push me off the edge...
One urge to slip and leave it all behind.

Vertigo, even when safe.
Vertigo, it isn't fear of falling,
it's fear that it will become your only hope....
Teetering upon the blade.
Such narrow sharpness to bear my weight.
Pressure pushing in around me.

Could I carry the blade against my skin once more?
Would that make it any easier???
And falling...
There are no destinations apart from this.
There are no destinations apart from this???...