On The Precipice Of The Abyss by Tomahawk

		Author Name: Tomahawk	4 Comments
		Date Added: May 03, 2012 08:05:52	Average Score: (Needs 2)
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On The Precipice Of The Abyss

Dark winds blow, swept across dark skies of indigo night There is a feeling of impending doom....no control here Here am I, standing alone, along the precipice of the abyss Staring long and hard into oblivion's bottomless maw, aghast Looking for the light, finding none, no succour, no solace Wondering what Hamlet really meant when he spoke last His invoking those fateful words...."To be or not to be" Now here am I, contemplating the meaning of it all at length Conjuring thoughts of Socrates, Poe, Plath, Van Gogh, et al Is this the winter of my discontent? What am I to endure? I stare into yon abyss and take it in, where's the harm? In truth, what's one more misbegotten life gone to ruin The thought of eventual demise entreats my dark side E'er closer to my final answer....one made without Regis One small step for this man, one final step for my kind But....on the other hand, do I do this out of sheer apathy? Or is this possibly just a pathetic attempt at a cry for help No....this decision must be from the heart of one, defeated Or more likely, from that of a madman's self-recrimination Insane, crazed meanderings of an obviously demented mind Don't we all stand on a precipice of our own personal abyss? Facing value decisions every day on the fate of our souls Always asking....to be or not to be? Is THAT the question?! The dark indigo winds chill me now, I seek warmth of spirit I stand down my quest for answers, the abyss can again, wait

Author's Notes:

One from my experimental batch....the dynamic of suicide.

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	Comment By: She Whispers on May 4, 2012 03:53:57 PM	Report
	Bravo!!! Bravo!! After reading this a person could just write pages of expressions and emotions.... I think you have said it!! *** Respond To This Comment**

	Comment By: Firestone Feinberg on May 4, 2012 10:16:44 AM	Report
	What a heartfelt poem -- and yet eloquent in philosophy -- and striking in language. A Winner! Yes, we all have such notions -- and if one doesn't, he is simply unaware of them. The will to grow cannot exist without the will to return. Spectacular writing! --David Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Alistair Muir on May 4, 2012 12:50:06 AM	Report
	Wow Len - - once again my friend dons his philosophical hat and he is no madman -- indeed the questions that you ponder affect us all and like you - - the big questions sometimes have to remain thus -- great imponderables... Another stellar write -- Alistair Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Lady Dragonwyck on May 3, 2012 08:54:38 AM	Report
	Len: the Title made me put my hands on my desk for support. An excellent write -- I see so much in this. Yes, those kind of days can be brutal. I usually just tell myself that Heaven knows I'm not ready and the demons are having so much FUN with my current Life and well Hell knows I'll try to cause as much trouble as I can !!! So, stepping back from the precipice of the abyss --- enjoying my creamy coffee and looking forward to more writes from YOU and other fav CP authors. Lady D Respond To This Comment