Peter Dome Poet Verse

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.

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Alexis Y. December 25, 2016 at 8:57 AM Hi Peter, What a sad write. They're people who care about you. I'm one of them. Take my hand my friend- Alexis Peter Dome December 25, 2016 at 11:53 AM Hi Alexis. So good to hear from you. I was so worried. Hoe you are ok my friend. Missed you. all my best wishes Thank you. Pete.