Upon the Edge
Sitting on the edge of darkness
Leaning on a distant truth
His feet shuffle,
as we can hear him come through;
This line of loned writers,
each with differences yet teetering on this ledge,
with dark skies encompassing
He staggers and squints the precious light
Yes, sitting on the edge of darkness,
as the crowd of one cries Bravo!
Copyright © Cindy Lu | Year Posted 2013
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