the path edge
poetry

on the edge

the place
between
the light and the dark
is where you find
the lost
tendrils of sadness
wrapped around your legs
entrapped
by false desire
and with lies
they
gain your trust
their
faithless values
I will not
be naked
stripped bare
again
the victim
on the edge.

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