Hanging on the Edge

Falling shale I climb
Skip across its surface
Like a stone skipped
Across the water
Time becomes my purpose
Such will free me
From my ancient past
Smooth my sharpened edges
I cling to life at last
Like a tree to the ledges
Above the mighty roll
Of a sea full of strife
And all that life alleges
What was lost or stole
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
Cliff climbing.

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Comments (1)

mimzy333
very thrilling cliff clinbing tried it once when I was in collage.
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