Living right upon the edge
On the verge of loosing grip
Living on the edge of hurt
The edge is what lingers here
The strings that coordinate so pure
Life's beating, fleeting moments
Holding onto happiness' door
Just a swallow of air
That's too big for the throat
And the face cracks the Charade
As the soul freezes and chokes
On the edge...
Teetering so close...
Just a moment away from...
Success Story or broken soul
On the edge...
Waiting for the winds to blow....
@s.vanderbilt 4.19.17
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