The Precipice The precipice,in view again However hard I shut my eyes Too scared to look into its depths I can't step back, but how I've tried I've crawled through barbed wire wastelands I've seen rocks change shape with age As time and pressure have worn down their might I've waited for life to turn the page I've faced the thunder and the night's abyss I've swallowed exile's bitterest pill And the cruellest thing, a taste of bliss That made these dark days, darker still And now the shroud of loneliness Descends like a miasmal mist With the bitter taste of misery I have made my solemn tryst In these times,I scavenge to find A cause to cling to or defend So that the struggle is more than just A means to a meaningless end Absorbed in myself, I don't usually hear The cries of those who suffer like me But now I find I share their fears And through my pain, there blossoms empathy Hell is time that cannot be killed And now I must slay it with my mind Finding solace from easing souls And easing mine, through being kind If I live this way , a day will come When I can tightly grip the precarious ledge And with fervent courage and new found strength Crawl away from despair's insidious edgeBirth sign: Aquarius
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