The Edge

Words for the Soul

Poetry, Choices, Nature, Reflection, Trauma, Thoughts

Sitting, on the edge

Fathoms submerged

in the bottomless pit

Sitting, on the edge

Deciscions of lucidity

Convienent crater 

Decaying the callous

 

Anathestetic brink

Paralyzed and unconcerned

 

Desolate forlorn

Cavern cascading

 

Slipping numb

Concern

sealed in the wedge

 

For now, I sit 

On the edge

@ Camile McGregor

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