by Betty Johnson

Created on: February 12, 2011

Living on the edge

She walks along the edge
Each step one step away
From demons there who wait
And watch as she does stray

Black clouds do fill the sky
She calculates the mire
She comes so very close
As she plays with fire

Each day brings her closer
To that final step
That will pull her down
Into the deepest depth

She walks along the edge
As such adventure calls
Now hearing warning voices
As in terror now she falls

The angels cannot catch her
Prayers fell upon deaf ears
As the edge now rolls and crumbles
Dampened from her falling tears

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