- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Edge
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There is no center anymore.
Only the edge exists.
My toes hang over,
Sometimes I slip and risk falling
Into the pit of despair,
Yet luckily, I am able to catch myself.
There was a time
When I could ground myself
In a warm embrace,
With the gentle touch of a hand
In the soft words of love.
But no more does that exist for me.
So now I live on the edge
Waiting for the day
When I’m too tired to catch myself
And too cynical to care
About falling into this deep, dark hole
That I look into every day.
It’s in that looking that I realize
How much I miss my center,
And the safety it provided;
And in that missing
I’m pushed even closer
To that fateful last step.
