The Brink
Unpredictable, never typical.
Maybe I'm criminal, don't know it all.
Sitting on the brink of the unknown,
I slip forwards into the fall.
Insanity, not part of humanity.
All on my own, no parachute.
Chaotic, severance of mind.
Don't want to embrace the wind.
Emotional, and susceptible,
To influencial darkness.
Feel the hours go by,
As I fall deeper in pain.
Incapable, not intentional.
Embarrassment to myself.
Trying desperately not to cry,
As I fall into this impact.
Copyright © Logan Lester | Year Posted 2020
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