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wornways Member
since 2001-10-18
Posts 204CA, USA |
Hell There I stood At the edge Of the abyss It seemed For all the world Or lack thereof... It seemed There was nothing Nothing at all A fantastic lack Of anything It was a void Fathomless The emptiness Within the emptiness... And there I stood At the edge Of eternal darkness... For long did I stand For ages At any time I could have turned And lived But no... At the fathomless edge of death I stood Was it my heart My soul My spirit I thought them lost Destroyed Obliterated How could I have known These were my gifts How could I have realized It was these gifts My heart, soul and spirit That held me fast Kept me from slipping As at the despairing edge I stood How could I have guessed These were gifts Given me From him Who created all... God Once I fell From the edge... My heart died My soul left me My spirit faded The edge was gone And I fell Weightless Lost Like a mote A speck of dust Beyond the furthest reaches Of all that is Never again to know Never to be found Eternally absent From life Eternally lost In the vacuity Of emptiness Alone... Loneliness squared By infinity... I realized There in the void I existed Independent of god's gifts Independent of my soul My heart Or spirit... Without my form I existed And was fully aware And now Conscious Of the depthless emptiness Perpetual loneliness Forever conscious Painfully aware Of my inexistence... I fell from the edge The edge From which I could have turned But did not And now There was no turning No life My soul Returned to god Without me And "I" was lost Then suddenly I was back At the edge The dismal edge My god I had only slipped One foot stepping Beyond the edge Into hell I woke And heard God's voice A plea From his heart "Turn ye "From the edge "I am the way "I am the life "Please "Follow me "And be saved" And from the void Beyond the edge I seemed to hear "Abandon all hope "Ye who enter here" And here I looked Finally turning From the eternal absence Of life And saw Lined along the edge Countless minions Such as myself At the edge Standing Many Even as I beheld them Fell From the edge And were lost eternal Not a sound Not a scream By the time they understood They were lost Forever It was too late I was lucky Or blessed For I only slipped And it was enough To know hell And understand I turned Accepting within my heart Jesus ben Christ And from the edge From the abyss Was saved And lived |
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Carol Lina Member
since 2001-11-18
Posts 94USA |
This is a fantastic piece of writing and well, I just don't have the words but want you to know I appreciate it oh so much. Carolina |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
This was such an emotive piece wornways. The descriptiveness and imagery used within, crafted this into an incredibly realistic and visual weave. I found my emotions flowing from desperation to inspiration. Very well written, much enjoyed the depth in this piece.  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
This one is very profound. I'm glad to see you've found salvation at the edge of the abyss. Sometimes we need to hit bottom before we can lift ourselves up. Great write. All writing comes |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Erin, your presentation made me feel as if I were looking down into the crevice myself... |
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wornways Member
since 2001-10-18
Posts 204CA, USA |
because of the reaction some of you have expressed, i feel inspired to follow up a bit with some of the inspiration behind this piece. when i was 14 years old, i was hit by a car and i flatlined, so i had an NDE. the place i describe beyond the great cliff is the place where i went. i did not 'hit bottom', i died, and during my time dead, came to know what hell truly is. it is a place we only realize we were standing at the edge of being the whole time we lived... unless... unless... well, you get the picture. there is another poem i wrote that talks of hell a bit more... i called it "Saved". perhaps i'll post it. [This message has been edited by wornways (edited 11-24-2001).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent expression, Erin. Powerfully descriptive. Well written! |
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