The Cutting Edge of Reason
The night is truly coming down
Life blood flowing
Against the stainless steel
Reverberating
Echoes of pain
Shower my being
Cannot stop
The black abyss of
Hopelessness
As the river runs red I wonder
Will this wounding
Turn my story around or
Will it be the same
So I continue calling
To no one there
"Let me out-let my soul be calm"
Still the droplets of confusion
Find their way deep into the night
They flow with a definitive rhyme
And I have my reasons
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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