Chasm
February 3, 2017
The wind on the edge so fierce
Grip waivering under such pressure
Eyes locked onto the abyss
Limbs aching of desperation and despair
The failed human suture
Trying to make megalithic seams meet
Stinging footprints upon your back
Belonging to those who cross at your expense
The Precipice of choice looms in the deep
Does one fall, or does one favor the far ledge?
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