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Of Cliff and Clocks
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I find my life hanging on the edge of a cliff. A poem reflecting the balance of a life.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 177 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-15-11 - id: 2970883
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Cliffs and Clocks

I stand on the edge

The edge of

Life

Sanity

Breath

I am like the slow

But certain ticking of a clock

Waiting patiently

For me to stop

To stop at a single time

And

Never

Tick

Again

What if I were to fall

Fall into the darkness

The darkness of my existence

My existence

Because what I'm doing

Can't possibly be living

I am like the ticking of a clock

Always chiming at the accorded time

A routine developed

And like the clock

I cannot easily stop it

The cliff is my escape

The edge taunts me

But I could never jump

I am like a clock

My heartbeat keeps time

With the passing hours

Waiting

Always waiting

To stop the routine

To break the beat

To stop me

I stand on the edge

My life hangs within the balance

Of a single step

So close to being taken

Yet my heart is like

The continuous ticking of a clock

It keeps on going

Even if the timing

Is irrevocably off

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