the void below me stands watching.
I stand on the brink of the void,
Watching, listening, feeling,
I stand on the brink of the void,
everything i was behind me,
everything a could be in front of me,
everything i am surrounding me.
I stand at the brink of the void,
The world moves swiftly about me,
like rushing water and fast winds.
A turbulent storm of gales threatens me.
I am lost on the brink of the void.
I am cold, starved and blinded.
I have lost my way and purpose.
I have lost my sight and vision.
I have lost my voice and words.
I have lost my hearing and sound
i have lost myself and my heart
I stand lost on the brink of the void.
I Have become complacent and forgetful
I have become blind and unseeing,
I have become silent and mute
i have become deaf and dumb
i have become a shell and hard
i have created this void below me.
my own precarious precipice
crafted by my own two druids hands,
A prison of the easiest way.
i stand on the brink of the void,
alone with a singular choice to make.
to stand and be easily ignored and to ignore easily,
or to step and take the chances i once did.
rise or fall, succeed or fail, scream the truth or be silent.
my choice to make, my burden to carry,
i stand on the brink of the void
and the void stands ready for me to decide.............
authors note= i have been away far too long, drawn and caught up into a life that is but a shell of the person i was and hope to be again, my muse still lies broken, nursing slowly back to health. i have truly blinded myself and my spirit has been self damaged....and even though this may not be the right forum to place this note i believe it is a start to healing myself and finding the pieces i have hidden from myself. thank you all.


