One step forward,
I take two steps back.
The issue I face.
The panic I’m in.
One step closer,
Towards the infinite abyss.
To fall forever,
Seems peaceful in sense.
But a world, without me.
An idea that transpires eternally.
The edge looks close,
The darkness welcoming.
As I step off the edge,
I begin to fall.
Yet, it feels as if I’m floating,
amongst the darkness.
With wings by my side,
I fly away from the darkness,
away from my past.
Away from all my worries.
- Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 22nd, 2018 17:48
- Category: Reflection
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