The Edge

Posted on Posted in Poetry

You played on the edge

Lived life on the brink

Then one day too far

You fell in the drink.

An angel alone

In a lost paradise,

You made your own

‘gainst all good advice.

You chose your way

As all of us must.

Hear others speak.

In ourselves we should trust.

Nobody knows who you are.

Why try to explain.

They never will feel

Your pleasure or pain.

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