The Edge - a 15 minute poem. (TW)
When I started I only had the first two lines in mind, the rest just flowed out before I knew it.
Putting a trigger warning because it describes falling, and uses metaphors to vaguely connote suicide.
I tend to live life on the edge - but not because I want to.
I live my life barely hanging on.
Every time I finally think it’s getting better,
That I’m finally climbing out of this hole
Life tips the balance once more
And once more I barely get a hold
But alas, when I finally go..
When I soar over the edge and down
I’m caught by a dangling rope
That prevents my fall to the ground.
Dreams of freedom, of finally letting go
Crushed once more as he* pulls that damn rope.
He drags me back to the edge with clawed hands,
And the nightmare resumes once more.
One day I’ll break the cycle, I’ll climb back through.
I’ll make it to stable ground where he can’t return me to
The hell I am living, that causes me this strife
Either that, or cut the rope of life
Take that plunge, finally be free.
Finally the ground rushes to me.
But once more, I awake, it was all just a dream.
And the weight of the world is stifling me.
* "He" refers to 'life,' as if it was a person. If you're religious you could consider it as being 'God'
As a result the "Rope of life" is the rope that 'life' is dangling me by.
I'm trying to get up, they're knocking me down.
Chewing me up, spitting me out.
Hey, hey, hey when I need to be saved,
You're making me strong, you're making me stand.
-Skillet, feel invincible.