There is an edge
To my sorrows
I dare not trust
Like a creaky bridge
It sways precariously
With each step I take
Like a dark tunnel
Promising monsters
Where the silence
Eats your screams
Or a high ledge
That is crumbling
Beneath your feet
And I know
If I get close enough
If I sneak a peek over
I shall surely meet
The monster
Waiting at the bottom
Of the end
A very apt picture of that frightening place.
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HASTY – On the edge
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