I was standing on the edge

Of reason.

But honestly nothing

Stopped the force;

The unrelenting force

That drove the weaker ones



I was standing on the verge

Of destruction.

All melt in my hands

That make my heart

Cold as the Alaska sky

In December.


I stand on the precipice

Of what once was

But will never be again.

With an unrelenting feeling

That nothing that was

Really ever was.


I stand on the verge;

Somewhere between what I have

What I want

And what I deserve.

But for all of it

At least I know,

I stood.