by Tasha Y Nickols
Monday, April 20, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I'm hanging from a cliff,
when I begin to realize,
that the tougher things get,
the weaker I become.
I don't think I can hold on much longer.
My mind is racing,
my heart is pounding,
I can’t breathe, I can't see, I can't think,
I'm losing my grip,
I think I'm about to slip.
I'm too weak to withstand this pain,
I'm too down to smile again,
It's time for me to finally be free,
So I let go and now I'm falling.
Tasha Yvette Nickols
Copyright ©2009 Tasha Yvette Nickols
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|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|A well written poem,take care
|Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams
|Oh Tasha, These kinds of poems are so hard to comment on...one does not want to assume it is real life experience you are currently going through and I sure hope this is not true, not you right now. If it is imagination speaking...job well done. Prayers. Please be well, Kathy|