Standing On the Edge

Umbilical chord severed from a cold uninviting world My mind and soul ravaged by years of trauma And excruciating intense pain Dark thoughts mist the brain Sanity hanging from a thread My only sanctuary is sleep in bed. On waking the bombshell Strikes my consciousness Another day of hell. And so I stand. Each and everyday Standing precariously on the edge of a of deep c assume below In a strong purging bitter wind And begin to sway Backward and forward Unsure which way I'll go Staring at the inviting Deep Far below. I hoped someone would save me Reach out and give me a reassuring hand But no one ever comes no one cares So everyday I stand And sway. ''Life without love is not living, But just an lonely existence A life in limbo not lived at all. A mere ghost Of my former self.'' P Dome. Peter Dome. Copyright. 2016.