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On the Edge – a poem

In these crazy times we live in, I had to try to express myself with poetry:

I now reside
on a needle tip
every moment
could be my fall

dark clouds grasp me
while red fires burn
billowing flames
Breath eludes me

Love’s soft song
drains away
A moment more and
I couldn’t have born it

I walk the edge
The ledge wobbles
fall into fire
Or drown

On the other side
Golden arms’ embrace
Awaits my call
May I travel there
One wobbling step
At a time

Until next time,


One thought on “On the Edge – a poem

  1. I loved the imagery that you crafted with your glorious words! Thank you for sharing such a beautiful post. 👏👌 According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them. 🙂


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