At the Edge
Who is that far off I see,
at the edge of that sorrowfull plea,
walking past as I try to hide,
although my shadow is at my side,
A voice within knaws at me,
I can't escape that part of me,
Who are you it would always say,
and hoping I could answer one day,
I ignored that voice once again,
hoping to find the solutions end,
yet that knawing feeling would never go,
till at the edge my dreams were so....
Copyright © Bryan Dueck | Year Posted 2013
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