Brink

Tue, 06/26/2018 - 02:11 -- fyates

I feel like I’m on the brink of something 

Like I’m right on the edge

Like I’m right about to get to it

Like I’m right there on its tail

And I only have to reach my hand out

And take it...

If I could, I would

If I could, I would

If I could, I would...

Would I?

If I could?

Would I?

Because I’ve felt like I’ve been on the brink of something for a very long time now

Because I've felt like I've been on the tip of something since... damn near forever

Because I’ve felt like I was going to be somebody since...

I don’t know how long

But I’ve felt it

And I’ve known it

And yet I’m not

But I swear...

I swear that I'm on the brink of something...

I would tell you even now that I'm on the brink of something 

Even now

After spending all my energy 

And confidence

And cash

Just reaching 

Even now after all this time

I would still tell you 

With great certainty

And great feeling

That I swear that its there

That I’m on the brink of something 

I know it

Because Goddamn it

I feel like I’m on the brink of something 

I have to be on the brink of something 

I have to be close to the edge by now

So I can finally leap the fuck off of it

I know that I’m on the brink of something 

If only

I knew what it was...

Haven’t I been on the brink of something?

Does everyone feel like they’re on the brink of something?

Have I been continually and perpetually deluding myself?

Because 

I’d tell you

I’d bet you

I’d’d swear,

I'd bet

It’s right there

Isn’t it?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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