Poet On The Edge

by Kristabella

rage  grief   pain  despair
seeping through the cracks
in the night
my demon voices sing to me
a dark angels whisper
words like flames
running along my skin
so easy
a knife  a gun
so easy
sleeping pills
so easy
to let go
to surrender
so easy
to stand on the edge
and fall
into the darkness
the quiet
the silence
so easy
to be nothing
so easy
to fall
and never come back
so easy.

May 17, 2001

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