I’m on the brink.

At any moment

at any time in the day
I am standing on the brink
I wander near the cliff’s edge
I wander closer, closer.

What’s wrong with me?
What disease riddles my mind
but the human condition
of being alive long enough
of thinking enough thoughts so as
to drown in them.

It takes all my will power
to pull myself back
to hold myself down
like a beast with red eyes
waiting for the right moment
to strike, to break free.

By those words alone, I’m on the brink.


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