Out On The Edge

Out on the edge,

people and places are seldom

what they seem,

lines become blurred,

light but a reflection,

faces come out of the night,

moving beyond darkness and death,

winter winds blow cold,

leaving trails of broken bones,

rising into the emptiness beyond;

out here,

all hope has died.

Sitting here

watching the rain fall,

nowhere left to go,

no more room to run,

the voices slowly fade,

the faces silently disappear,

everything passes with time,

nothing lasts forever,

is truth enough,

or does darkness win?

without love,

are you only

fooling yourself?

Nothing is hidden

that will not be revealed,

no debt goes unpaid,

a reckoning

for every word whispered

in the night;

an accounting

for promises made

but never kept.

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