A Little Edgy
poem
**
on the edge of this mountain
near the edge of defeat
at the edge of my sanity
where the cut brings relief (sorry for the rhyme)
standing out of the crowd
screaming what nobody hears
voices so silently loud (really, I don't mean it)
I could just disappear
blood and emotion mingle
death promises peace
holding onto the dream
that brought me here to this place
daggers and bright lights
center stage as the fool
where the hero's pretending
that he knows what to do
we wear paint to mask the truth
we are as lost as the next
selling hope for a dollar
to a crowd with no sense
so my toes mark this cold stone
the blood a symbol of strength
because I am a survivor
no matter what anyone thinks
**
A/N
I fought off the rhyme so hard...I hope the message still came through. Hang in there warriors. Tomorrow is a new day, and we need you
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
If you like what you read, feel free to leave a tip, I would love some feedback
Find me on twitter @kelli7958958
or facebook
Keep reading
More stories from Kelli Sheckler-Amsden and writers in Poets and other communities.
me, me, me
when i read back my poetry it screams “me, me, me” on my screen in bold letters and i can’t shut it up — most days, i cannot make any other words out; i want to throttle a thousand versions of the me gone by, i want to throw myself from a figurative balcony, i want to sink a sword into every pen i’ve held
By angela hepworth6 days ago in Poets
This Is What I Do When People Throw Rocks At Me
Rocks have been thrown at me for a greater part of my life. Some have been small and missed hitting me. When people don't get a reaction from me, they throw bigger rocks with a better aim. Many have been hurled at me with precision over the years. For a long time, I thought my only options were to dodge them or be crushed by them.
By Margaret Minnicks6 days ago in Confessions
Comments (3)
Edgy indeed. The angst is most definitely present.
I also find it hard to write without rhyming. It must be in our blood. Got the message loud and clear. Some powerful lines in here, Kelli.
I don't think the rhyme hurt anything. A powerful piece, Kelli!