wandering along this broken path <br />my thoughts are so clouded <br />and many emotions churning <br />inside this wanderer searching <br />with each long and tiring step <br />more lost becomes the tortured soul <br />unsure of which direction to go <br />darkness haunts all that's behind <br />its always looming far too close, <br />trying to beckon me back to the dark. <br />soon the path begins crumbling away <br />i'm standing on the edge of a cliff <br />the crumbling pieces forever falling <br />in this bottomless abyss before me. <br />with no remains of a path ahead, <br />darkness keeps slowly approaching <br />pushing me closer to the edge of the cliff<br /><br />Silentpoet Grl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-edge-of-the-cliff/
