Brooding on the edge of the objects and heathens that once made you feel whole
Now you just feel a hole
An arrow without aim shot through your heart
The way your anger and life covered the wall
A divine display of fate in the cruelest of ways
On your knees you gasped at the sky in hopes you would not fall
On the edge of consciousness
On the edge of a crowd
On the edge of moving forward
On the edge of breaking down