Living On Edge

Where is will certain safety exist,

that idea of crisis

last night feeling the sky

express wrath

if only would a strike

in all its natural awe

sear through the soul of man.


All the questions will remain

haste or a patience

still we might feel the rain.


Streets now with drenched asphalt

yesterday a moment

cleansing to some

nostalgic for another

now patches of a dry tar

a faceless fading commotion.


When is it we decide

shall we step off the ladder

release our grip

let go the rungs

fly away within the eye

this windswept nightmare

or a sweet felt

gentle breeze.

©️ Scott F Savage 8/2020



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