None shall stand but I
Upon the stony brink;
Above the swirling, swallowing waves
Who beg for me to sink.
None shall stand, but I,
When sorrows promise me to cease;
When all that has been, seems a dream,
Of artificial peace.
None shall know, but I
As I gently onward tread
The final step, before my death,
What surprise is mine, what dread.
None shall hold the lifeless hand
That slowly sinks to Hell;
This soul hears not the whisper:
"My child, all is well."
These my speculations are,
As I think, so solitarily here;
Were I to die, what would be lost,
Except, perhaps, this fear?
Oh! Look I now beside me:
Another form stands
In white, with radiance about,
But dark scars in His hands.
"You are going to jump?" says He to me;
"No, my lord, are You?"
"Yes, I am, for you have lied,
You will jump, so I will, too."
In fear I lept then of the ledge,
And thought I wished to die;
But I found myself in loving arms,
And was given back my life.
2007-08-24
14:25:11
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This is my darkest poem yet, and I wasn't sure whether to post it or not.
Anyway, I would be honored with your comments! Thanks in advance.
2007-08-24
14:26:52 ·
update #1
Thank you all for your comments--I do realize it could use some work.
Keep 'em coming :-)
2007-08-24
15:29:43 ·
update #2