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.