I chased the cliff
Just to stand on the edge of something that didn’t remind me of someone
I took the plunge
Just to feel the cold concrete wings sprout from my tired broken back
I closed my eyes and said they would surely hold me up this time
And for the last time, again
I knew I had lied to myself, again
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Author:
DontSleepOnTheBoy (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We all have things that we run from until we find ourselves running towards them again. This poem is about vices.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Vices are those things that we have difficulty escaping and that are harmful and despite suffering that burn from the stove we keep putting our hand on the burner. This poem from format to wording evokes that feeling. Nicely done
So poignant this write however much we get hurt or things are bad for us, there are some we keep going back to, nicely expressed and written
Very nice
Great poem, my friend. The imagery is brutal in the best wa...those “cold concrete wings” say everything. Honest, raw, and tragically familiar. Well done, my friend. 🌹👏
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