Standing on the Edge
He stood on the edge
having a drink or two before bed
thinking of the way people would look at him
The way he carried himself,
buried himself in illusions
trapped a prisoner in his own imagination.
Believing there is a better life.
Where he will never be judged
for the way he feels
becoming real to the in crowd;
Carrying his imagination on his back
making him believe this life is worth living
filled of judgement and scared emotions.
Where people practice
drinking their illusions
keeping them loyal and alive
the lie that taken him to standing on the edge;
never coming to the actualization
standing still taken by winter's day:
becoming accustom to the way he was seen
as the man who stood on the edge.
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