Standing on the Edge.

Umbilical chord severed from a cold uninviting  world
My mind and soul ravaged by years of trauma
And excruciating intense pain
Dark thoughts mist the brain
Sanity hanging from a thread
My only sanctuary is sleep in bed.
On waking the bombshell
Strikes my consciousness
Another day of hell.

And so I stand. Each and everyday
Standing precariously on the edge of a  of deep c assume below  
In a strong purging bitter wind
And begin to sway
Backward and forward
Unsure which way I'll go
Staring at the inviting Deep
Far below.

I hoped someone would save me
Reach out and give me a reassuring hand
But no one ever comes no one cares
So everyday I stand
And sway.

''Life without love is not living, But  just an lonely existence
A life in limbo not lived at all.
A mere ghost
Of my former self.'' P Dome.



Peter Dome. Copyright. 2016.