Living on the edge of life <br />The study of experiences <br />Leaves little left to see <br />The surface and the depth is gone <br />No hills, no loves, no others <br />You are totally alone <br />The edge when seen directly <br />reflects so little light <br />Life becomes invisible <br />It's features simply disappear <br />One must step up and off the edge <br />and join with human kind <br />Then the surface can be seen <br />And lo the shadows tell us <br />of the details to be found <br />With the color of our feelings <br />One just lives and maybe loves <br />If your drunk or high or lost <br />Climb back up and join us <br />Life's short enough already <br />The edge is near the grave <br /> <br /> Poem dedicated to Sally Harris a 'Purveyor of Hope'<br /><br />Charles Tiffin Clegg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-on-the-edge-5/
