A Poem...That I Wrote
Not Forgotten Atop the edge of a cliff, I look down below. Bring the pen to my heart, Writing an echo across my skin, "I was loved", And then I jumped. Stood above the ground, One foot closer. Pulled the trigger on myself, As I leapt. "We were loved" At the foot of two graves, With a rose and a note, To them, "You were always loved"















