So here I am
At the chasm again.
Dancing along the edge,
Trying not to fall.
I'm terrified to look inside,
But I can see the abyss all the same.
It's seared into my mind,
Branded on my soul.
So I stand, bare-chested, cursing fate
As I perform the balancng act on the brink of damnation.
Sooner or later, I'll fall.
It may not be today, tomorrow, next year.
But fall I will, all the same,
Plummeting, screaming my rage to the stars,
Tattered wings, no longer able to carry even my heart,
Flapping futilely in the hell-borne breeze,
Fanning the flames,
Only to burn further, to insignificant ash.
Today, I may escape the fates once again,
For now, or thrice, or more.
But like a worm writhing on a hook,
I'll be reeled back in,
Perhaps cast out once or twice more
Before I am cast down.
Before my tears evaporate to mist,
Before the only thing I can see through seared-shut eyes
Are the replayed memories of broken dreams.
So for now, I dance on the razor's edge,
Perched on the brink of insanity, of despair,
And wonder if I'm already there.