"At The Edge"

To Run...

Or to stand and fight...

Footsteps falter

Either the mind is free to wonder

Or its caged within the corridors of the brain

Clawing at existence

From darkness to light

Fed by the senses

Beaten raw by the things that use to be...

Should be...

Or are suppose to be...

Hanging onto each moment by its fingertips

Like its the edge of life

We are at the mercy of time

Waiting...

Will all be revealed?

Or will be forced to dig deeper

Like mining...

To strike deep at the core

Trace the root

To where the breeding nightmare makes birth

At the point of validation

To make this more than these desperate breaths taken...

© 2017