~::~ On The Edge ~::~
Teetering on the edge of sanity
O’er the cliff, I stand alone
Struggling to gather foothold
Shivering to the bone
Trying my best not to fall
Down the abyss of darkness
A promise to self, stares back at me
Of never going down, now truly messed.
Restraining droplets, that trickle down
Moistening my cheeks that swell
Reining my step’s o’er moss laden stone
That can plummet me down to hell
A mist swirls around me black
Confounding my vision obscure
Oh why dear Lord, you subject me to this
Poor heart of mine so pure!
I dunno if I shall fall head first
Or if someone’ll pull me back
Who’d hear my muted frantic calls
And bring me back on tracks
‘m still there, on the edge
As eons pass by in overflow
Waiting for my miracle
While gaping at abyss below
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Megzone 