Descending


Falling through the cracks,
Grasping for the edge
Eyes big with fear
I think back to
The times of my life, when happiness was true
I am one. I can walk. I can feel. I can talk.
I am ten.
I am ready, for my independence.
I stride quite steady.
I am now
And I try
To make it through this life.
Sordid. Lurid
I tried. I did.
I live on the edge,
Yet I'm on the qui vive.
I am blinded by foolery, but I always can see.
Lucidity surrounds.....
I open my arms.
I take in the light.
I fight for the edge
With all of my might.
It's slipping, slipping
Fading, fading.
Falling through the cracks, grasping for the edge.
I never finished life, for that I now am dead.

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