Okay , i am going to make up 2 poems on the spot in 8 minutes typing it straight onto here.
Note: This will not be my best work.Hidden
Shadows, breaking down the side,
The last of the day.
The trees meet the dry grass.
Sky filled with mystery,
It can't decide what colour it is.
A bang shoots the air.
Hiding in the Shadows,
They are looking,
I can see the edge of the earth,
They are lost,
looking for me.
The edge is tempting,
like a cliff,
and it's freedom below.
They don't know what i am going to do is,
I can hear them,
Will be my collection of last thougts.
If i don't let go now,
If i can't find srength to jump,
I can be sure the life life i lead after
won't be fulfilled.
They are getting closer now,
I can tell my hazel eyes are filled with fear,
Black hair withering,
Tall frame quivering.
Voices are coming now,
I've got to go,
I may seem selfish,
But it's right for me.
I seem to float,
as my foot slides off the edge,
The weight is lifted,
I know that they are,
Stopped i their path of tragic destruction.
They can't chase anymore,
If there is nothing to chase,
are my last thoughts.
~Thanks, that it, as i said not my best work,
quick thoughts......Love Lily ....
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