Tim Riding Poet Sonnet

On the Edge

On the edge

	Stood on the edge of a time worn cliff
	Memories surge as they come back to life,
	And again they return, unwanted or scorned,
	Or hated for all of the pain they have caused.
	They break on the shore, both the good and the bad,
	Those that brought joy seem so gentle and sad,
	Powered by regret untold feelings awake
	While the darkest ones scream of the toll they still take.
	So time passes by as the waves ebb and flow
	As you try to forget all the things that you know,
	The wind rises up as a storm dims the light,
	To tangle your thoughts as you swim through the night,
	Then the dawn brings to life all the things that you dread	   	       
        And you carry your burden, each day, in your head.

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Sand Blown October 8, 2020 at 2:43 PM innateness of mind is an inertial center to the orbit of memories those pluses and minuses be as sync and balance in rhythms of change that are mind time of the perceiver reshaping what is perception itself with respect future effects and fostering their potentials as problems yet to come lest one lets go of imagined shapes that define their time as a mind reality with many images per second so perceiver is projector of time movie just curious if you agree.......stan sand Tim Riding October 16, 2020 at 6:40 PM well put and thank you for understanding. Tim