On the Edge of Darkness #poetry #photography
I stand on the edge
where darkness
with a forked tongue
licks at open wounds
into my weakness plunge
I stand on the edge
where darkness
grasps at my open cloak
causing me to fail
bruising my last hope
I stand on the edge
where darkness
stealth it lies in wait
comes with razored teeth
knowing I’m the bait
I stand on the edge
where darkness
seeks for my demise
swarming to my end
disgusting are it’s lies






Wow! I am afraid to turn off the lights now. Great chilling dark poetry!
One should always carry a little light when traversing this world…love the way the emotions are expressed in the poem.
i’ve stood at this very edge myself… superb writing!