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standing too close to the edge…

 
dangling –
here –
mere inches from release,
terrified to lose control!
 
pondering –
the forward,
and reverse –
confused,
unsure…
 
what if i take the step –
will my footing hold?
the edge is much too close,
and i am yet afraid…
 
that nothing will replace
the insignificance i have become
and i’ll fall –
headlong –
into less than –
something –
 
un-missed,
a stone thrown in the pond –
so small –
no sound,
no tell-tale –
ripples!
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About boyfrommville

bound to a fate i cannot escape, i stop by briefly to expunge the demons... care to join me?

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