Volatile World
Each day
Hangs on a thread
Of uncertainty that
Tilts on a fragile, weak balance
Moving to and fro from darkness to light
Light to darkness, chaos and death
All seem dispensable
As the thread frays
Each day.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.23.16
Rictameter - poem with nine lines, syllable format 2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2
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