At the Edge
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At the edge of the cliff, Martin doesn't know if he wants to jump, or simply stay.

At the Edge

by FA Paine

Trees

At the edge of the cliff, Martin thought the trees could protect him.

Skies

"From what?!" The skies would scream back, tempting him to jump.

Flowers

The flowers would giggle, keeping him trapped from the end of the meadow.

Rain

Rain would fall, making it mix with his emotions, until he couldn't tell the difference between his tears and sweat.

Fog

The fog mocked Martin, almost choking him when he thought of not jumping.

All but it

All hated him but the trees; the serene, ever-lasting trees.

Same thing

Just like him, the trees had different branches of emotions, and their loved ones were so far away, yet so close.

At the edge of the cliff

At the edge of the cliff, he decided not the jump, because if the immortal trees protected him from the living things that lasted a day or two, nothing else mattered.

Cliff

And the cliff just didn't care.

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5 months agoReply
@bernardtwindwil Thank you so much!! :'))

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
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This was a comely poem. It was striking in its beauty and profound in its message. Great work!!!!