On the Rocks
what candle pressed against the wind
a winding trail unfolds
down the cliffside
into the storm
where a treasure lies to behold
a thousand jagged teeth
Peirce the roiling spew
a promise of paradise
the desperate never knew
and down the cliff should you falter
lose your balance and fall
in hopes of happy ever after
soon never after all
Copyright © Chris Alex | Year Posted 2021
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