Sitting on The Edge

As I sit on the edge of the cliff,With questions needing answers,My mind wanders to toxic thoughts,Which infests my brain as cancer. Like daylight through a prism,Bending rainbow colors in suspense,I sort through all life’s clues,Needing them to make sense. Acidic raindrops of self desecration,Pierce my eternal soul,As I am encapsulated, embodied,With Your silence thatContinue reading “Sitting on The Edge”