The Edge

I’ve been to the edge, and I stared straight down,
A large empty void, no escape, no sound,
Whispers from ghosts of days gone past,
Years ticking away, life moving on way to fast,
Reflecting on the person I was long ago,
Seeds of the future that began to grow,
Searching for something that seemed out of reach,
My soul for the taking, to Him I beseech,
Save this soul I screamed to the clouds above,
Aren't you suppose to be a God of love,
Questions arose that seemed so far,
Heartache and pain that left a scar,
To each that seek the answers to your own sin,
Search no further than your soul within,
The Man upstairs will leave you to ponder,
To let you decide if want your soul to wander,
Understand which path you have chose to stalk,
Understand in the shadows where the demons walk
The answers are the test for you to learn,
To fail the test in the fires you shall burn,
There is no end to this story you have just heard,
Just comes from some feelings that have been stirred,
Still learning the lessons that this life still brings,
I just know it is God who pulls the strings.
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Posted: Jul 2014

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Redex
Well sorry I do not know about the god bit but your poem certainly pulled my strings I thought it an excellent readteddybear
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