Dancing on a razor’s edge
Precariously balanced
Over an abyss
No way back
No way forward
Luck a weak friend
Time a powerful enemy
The thrill of fear
Exhausting body and soul
No hope
No choice
Only the next step
To preserve
what is
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: April 16th, 2022 07:14
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I connect with that feeling of being frozen, yet having to move forward as time demands. Good write!
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