The Edge of the World


I've finally found it,
The edge of the world.
It is a real treasure,
More than humans should hold.

From this thin, crumbling edge,
I can see outer space,
I can feel the wind whipping
My hair in my face.

It's not like the stories,
Ending in falls,
But dark, gray, and dingy,
Not riskily tall.

Yet as I stand here,
Surrounded by stars,
I know the edge holds beauty
Like nothing on this world of ours.

Finally I turn around
And start to walk away,
Leaving the edge for others to find
On another average day.

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