I’m standing on the edge of hollow dreams,
Where echoes dance and silence screams,
Beneath the weight of shadows cast,
I feel the pull of memories past.
The world below, a fading song,
Each note I hear has been too long,
As whispers fade into the gray,
I find it hard to drift away.
And when I fall, I lose my breath,
Caught between the life and death,
This heart of mine, a fragile flame,
Burns through the night but feels the same.
I scream at skies that never listen,
In the dark, my hopes glisten,
A fractured heart beats out of time,
I search for meaning in this climb.
The hollow space where laughter died,
Left me wandering and tongue-tied,
Yet in the silence, I reclaim,
The pieces shattered in my name.
As shadows stretch and daylight breaks,
I rise from ashes, every ache,
No longer just a fleeting trace,
I find my voice in this vast space.
And when I fall again, I’ll know,
The edge is where I learn to grow,
The silence holds a sacred truth,
In the hollow, I rediscover youth.
So here I stand, with arms undone,
Embracing all that I have shunned,
On the edge, no longer scared,
I close my eyes, and I am cared.
In the stillness, I finally see,
The edge was where I learned to be free.
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Edge, fall, scream, silence, hollow