Cliffside.
On the edge.
Perfectly balanced.
Unlike my mind.
I take a deep breath.
I look up.
Heavens above.
I look down.
Oblivion below.
Author: WILDsound Festival
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Goodbye Cruel World, Poetry by Mohammed Islam Butt
I never thought I See The Day.
Maybe I Got Complacent And Thought I Would Always Be There.
Who I Am I Kidding?
No One Thinks About Me Anymore.
