Looking down from the edge
I think about the pledge.
I can hear the birds
as I listen to the words.
"I pledge to the land
I will hold out my hand.
I'll help my neighbors
with their physical labors.
I pledge to my loved ones
I'll be here till they have sons.
To help raise them all
and catch them when they fall.
I pledge to me
there's lots to see.
It's not time to go,
the answer is no."
This speaks to me deep,
and I start to weep.
As I recite the pledge,
I turn away from the ledge.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
I’m a lover, a fighter, a loser,
a shooter, a chewer, a user.
I’m hungry, I’m satisfied, I’m full
I feel a push, a shove, a pull.
My mind is slowly going mad,
I don’t feel happy, glad or sad.
All I need is a shard of ice,
To pierce my soul and roll the dice.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC