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I'm over the precipice but I don't fall Whether by sheer will or providence, Earth doesn't yet greet me - face to face I'm left to my own devices I'm in a crisis The alarms ringing in my skull incapacitate me The fear is electrifying as my eyes shift downwards I float briefly in my trance Wondering shall I meet my demise at the bottom? What a mighty bound she takes as she leaps to the skies Who told her she could fly? The Wish, yes it's attainable But what is her sacrifice? What foolish thinking That she has control over what is not hers She will not fly yet How pitiful is the untimely realisation of one's futile actions Her gaze lowers as fear scampers across her features She knows her fate Regret flies into my face; It's slender beak nips at my curled fingers And as time awakens, the grace period goes to sleep My glance quickly returns to whence I came I feel the unbearable longing for a foundation that will not fail me But alas time is up; It is about; It will act on today's victim There is no return What I thought was tantalizing only just previously Now feels like a weight in my hand My mind whirls I cannot breathe at this height My grip loosens; Look before you leap, they say Leap and ask questions later, you do Miserable child, no one is up there to answer your questions And when you return down here, you can no longer ask With trembling fingers The Wish escapes It feebly flutters to greater heights Abandoning this doubtful creature being tossed and thrown by the wind My heart weeps for you, child I close my eyes And I do not envy you your ignorance I raise my head to the skies Never again Never again will I- Fill your head with such lies . . . . . . .   . . . I fall                                                                                                           -A.M.E.N.
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
A Cancelled Flight
I'm over the precipice but I don't fall Whether by sheer will or providence, Earth doesn't yet greet me - face to face I'm left to my own devices I'm in a crisis The alarms ringing in my skull incapacitate me The fear is electrifying as my eyes shift downwards I float briefly in my trance Wondering shall I meet my demise at the bottom? What a mighty bound she takes as she leaps to the skies Who told her she could fly? The Wish, yes it's attainable But what is her sacrifice? What foolish thinking That she has control over what is not hers She will not fly yet How pitiful is the untimely realisation of one's futile actions Her gaze lowers as fear scampers across her features She knows her fate Regret flies into my face; It's slender beak nips at my curled fingers And as time awakens, the grace period goes to sleep My glance quickly returns to whence I came I feel the unbearable longing for a foundation that will not fail me But alas time is up; It is about; It will act on today's victim There is no return What I thought was tantalizing only just previously Now feels like a weight in my hand My mind whirls I cannot breathe at this height My grip loosens; Look before you leap, they say Leap and ask questions later, you do Miserable child, no one is up there to answer your questions And when you return down here, you can no longer ask With trembling fingers The Wish escapes It feebly flutters to greater heights Abandoning this doubtful creature being tossed and thrown by the wind My heart weeps for you, child I close my eyes And I do not envy you your ignorance I raise my head to the skies Never again Never again will I- Fill your head with such lies . . . . . . .   . . . I fall                                                                                                           -A.M.E.N.
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
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