Staring Into the Abyss
Slipping through the crack
feeling like a maniac.
Gather no moss this rolling stone.
seeking a place to call home.
No one lends a helping hand.
not even to a delusional man.
No lining silver can be found.
in the clouds that hang around.
Unable to anticipate one's acceptance.
through the pearly gates.
Living on the streets in such an awful state
an illness this does corroborate.
While waiting for life to throw a twist
I'll just keep staring into the abyss.
Poem date: 3/7/2019
Sponsor: Edward Iben
Title: Staring Into The Abyss
Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019
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