On the edge

In the dead of the night,
Left behind a big hedge,
Where there’s no hope for light,
Life stands right on the edge.

One step backward – the wall,
One move forward brings death:
Life’s just going to fall
Into chasm of mess,

Being scared of the end,
Haunted by the dark past,
Knowing - time is like sand,
That is running too fast.

Moon light cuts like a blade,
Smoky mist makes one blind,
Happy times start to fade
Burning down one’s mind.

Almost everything’s lost,
That’s been found before;
Heart is covered with frost
And can’t beat anymore.

There is no pain inside,
Only dumb blank is here;
Sky wears no star to guide
This doomed soul through the fear.

Now that shadows press limbs,
And there’s no turning back,
Raven night spreads its wings,
And the world’s colored black.

Life will die in a blink:
For it never feels safe,
When it stands on the brink
Looking into the grave.

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