Limits

by Obscure   Nov 23, 2021


The edge of the world is close to my house
I go there on walks quite often
I stare at the dark and empty expanse
It seems the world's in a coffin

The call of the void echoes quietly
As solemnly I stand here
The sound of the breeze on this winter day
Now masks the few words you could hear

I wait at the edge of existence
The universe humming its tune
The whispers of life and sighs of the dead
Knowing the end could be soon

The brink of reality crumbles
I drift from one world to the next
The edge of the world is still near my house
Just watch and you'll see its effects

-Obscure
© 2021

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  • 3 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    You always have a way to uniquely present your emotions, in such a wonderfully flowing piece with rhymes. This made me think of the limits we have as humans, and when we're pushed too hard, it's almost like this world can't contain all of us. Perhaps we drift and dream to cope. Or we are mentally, that close to the edge, which is really hard to put into words. On the brink of life and death, and wondering if we'll be stuck in between, or what is waiting for us, if there are other dimensions where our pain is not as great. Really thought-provoking piece here, Obscure, so happy to see this win!

  • 3 years ago

    by Walter

    Glad to see this engaging write nominated - good luck!

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