The Brink

The Brink

Be still
Wonder
What chance have I?
From under
So eloquent
So dear
Is it cold to touch?
I fear
May grace
Be instilled
May dreams
Be fulfilled
Walk on proudly
Eyes keen
Senses sharp
Dead
No in between
Lest we all question
A greater design
Have our minds stopped wandering?
Or was I left behind?
I once moved
Within your circles
Without so much
As a leery eye
Now I’m no longer welcome
Passed over for the young
The spry
Heavens open
Drops descend
My surroundings soaked
I miss my friend
It is so simple
And so clean
So effortless
And pristine
Bladed gently
Against one’s skin
Crimson trickles
I miss my friend
My eyelids struggle
I feel my teeth shrink
These edges I have walked
But never past the brink
A brain argues with itself
A slow hum becomes a din
Roaring gloriously now
And still
I miss my friend
All the years
All the tears
All the parts
Torn asunder
Leave me here
Leave me dear
But please
Be still
Wonder