By: Kelly Biego
Oct 13th, 2002
I'm standing on the edge
My feet are slipping
Thought I had ahold
But I'm losing grasp
The wind has been knocked out of me.
I'm falling so quick and sudden.
A jolt of pain through my body.
Who will pick me up off the ground?
In pain and weak,
But I will stand.
I will try harder
And keep a firm grasp.