Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2014
Looking into the abyss of no return
Pondering upon the thought of jumping or holding on
My heart, oh my weary heart; there's only one thing it yearns
Blinded by the illusion that my brokenness can only be mended by her
And now, waist-deep in my thoughts, should I jump or my agony be prolonged?
Written by
GC
1.6k
   ryn and stΓ©phane noir
Please log in to view and add comments on poems