Shaky Existence

Walk the lines, for months on end and try not to look down.

Below the murky chaos, simply lies the ground.

If you do happen to slip and fall.

You'll lose yourself, in no time at all.

Your essence stays, then quickly fades on the shaky line above.

While, your soul is torn in half, never again to be held, or loved.


Unlovable, uncomfortable, start praying for the grimace end.

How long your fall lasts,  it all depends.

To embrace the nose dive, will end it soon.

Or scrape your feet, until blood drips and look to the moon.

It's a light of some sort, be it holy, or helpful.


Hopefully, I'm still strong enough, to take just one more mouthful.