Edge of Sanity

I walked down the lane

Studded with strangeness

And filled with magical thrills

Bearing a belief

In my nerves and mind.

The lane I walked

With a heart 

that was hollow and

Eyes full of dread,

I strolled and

Strolled endlessly 

Moving left to right

Gathering in piles

Drunk on the wind

Having nothing

But to feed on my own fears

Just before the eternity,

It led me to a wooden door

Where a cracked lampshade,

 a crumpled paper

Sat on a marble end table

And a worn couch

Laid on a stained carpet.

I found an escape

Or it had found me
the pen in my pocket

felt like a blade
and I bled away the pain
as I poured my feels

Into words and phrases.





If you are not living on the edge you're taking up way too much space.