I see you
walking the edge.
Not sure you’re even aware.
Below,
the waves
smash the rocks,
and above you,
only empty air.
Where are you going today?
Into the memory?
Or, are you wide awake,
riding the line,
because it’s
the only certainty.
Day to day,
you have problems.
Always another on line.
The good in this world
is so often hidden
away from your eyes.
Everything feels like a lie.
The quotient is damage exposed.
You think
you want what you want,
but inside you know.
It’s all fake,
it’s all false,
it’s all wrong;
all synthesized.
The only things
that keep you sane
are out here
on the line.
The way this place
takes everything away
and offers nothing
in respite.
It takes the days
all fading
into one, long,
never ending night.
Make your way
out to the edge
of everything you know
is wrong and right,
and walk
along the drop,
so you can feel
what it’s like
to be alive.
I see you
out there,
and I understand.
Out
on the edge;
please, come back.
HG – 2021
