The Razor's Edge

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by twowolves80, Aug 21, 2016.

  1. twowolves80

    twowolves80 Darkness Incarnate; don't even bother

    I ride the razor's edge,
    so set on the middle path
    that I cannot choose
    one way or the other
    and I am torn.

    I fall in love
    with the impossible,
    you say,
    and you're right;
    it's my curse,
    you see,
    a rolling stone
    that cannot gather moss--
    my momentum is too great.

    The end of the path
    is tragedy for us all,
    but there will be
    no satisfaction for me
    of a life well-lived,
    only the tears of regret
    that have worn grooves
    in my down-cast face.
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