It feels like you put me on the edge now,
don't care about my faith in your form.
Forcing me, shoving me, pushing me down.
Internally twisting surviving the storm.
I'm holding on, grasping a broken straw,
knuckles bleeding at me things thrown.
Beating, kicking, rubbing me raw,
sticks then there are all those stones.
I don't dream,
I will jump some day.
I won't scream,
I will fall away.
It just doesn't feel right now a days,
it has become internally overworn.
The darkness blinds the days suns rays,
I've been ripped and now I'm torn.
I am edged,
thinking of my fall.
I am ledged,
by the words on the wall.
"nothing can forgive,
nothing can forget,
you must live,
or regret"
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When the job keeps beating you down, one starts getting ready to leave. I am almost at hating this organization. Setting of life after I leave. These thoughts spin around all the time now. Almost ready to jump.
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Comments1
Never jump until there is a safe landing. A poem of discontent and frustration with an organization. Powerful
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