On The Edge

    



So here I go
high up off
the ground
on a tightrope
with the wind
all around
balancing all hope
I will not
look down
going for broke
way over
your home town .


Procarious
is my predicament
it's just how
I live
at the edge
of hellbent
if anything gives
it's too
the pavement
this is
the risk
when I
make movement .


I keep
reaching out
all the time
I call you
but you're mute
without reply
just to touch near
any of
your vibrations
would clear
the fear
of my life
turning to
hailstones .


If I could
only just
even for
a moment
believe and have
trust
in someone
then I'd
be covered
my life
a maelstrom
that revolves
around
pockets
of air bursting
bombs
straight from
one
right to the
other
then you
came along
the best of
what could of
happened
but the devil
he coughed
and fucked off
any hope
happening
again
I get robbed
the brush off
life is so
saddening.
but I will not
give up
as you took
way too much
finding .