at the edge of the world, i sit,
my voice was restrained,
and riddled with pain.
flashing back was a trife,
pressing slowly, suffocatingly.
at the edge of the world, i sit,
waiting slowly,
for nothing to come.
with my ending come near,
the flowers wilted in pain,
it echoes my agony.
at the edge of the world, i sit,
digging my nails into the ground,
scarring the earth with a scorching pain.
i carefully peer into the open world,
where ruins of skyscrapers,
and shattered skylines lay low.
at the edge of the world, i finally stand,
and with that ending note, i fell,
your embrace was long gone,
now replaced with the void’s,
but i felt warmer than i ever did.