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The Edge of the Cliff

Poetry

By I.V. LopezPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Drowning I embrace the cool breeze.

The thrashing bliss

Suffocating each mad thought.

Washing away the sin it knows.

Swishing the crazed poison,

That mind controlling drug,

The addiction of darkness

Craving to be embraced.

To give into that old temptation

That temporary fix,

But waves go forever

So easily free with each crash.

That sin now diluted with purity.

The purest of compounds,

In its deadly beauty,

Brings life but ironically today it takes.

But it takes with compassion,

It takes the shroud of guilt,

The pitch black wails

And Venomous habits

Of disgusting idiots.

Today they are cleansed

Today each opening of life

Is purified in saline.

A pain like no other,

Numbing heaviness felt throughout,

One gasp cleared all receptacles.

The internal burning

As each vessel must be purged.

Each individually rinsed

Until the mother container

Swims its last time.

Eternally one with that purity of life.

But only the steep edge must keep quiet.

For the vast body, will never spill,

the secrets held within the corpse.

surreal poetry
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