"The Edge"
Sleep doesn't come fast enough
My mind craves it.
My body craves it.
Looking over The Edge
into the abyss
into the darkness
I let the cool, damp air
embrace my weary
body
mind
soul
Before darkness and I
permeate each other
horrid tentacles snap
through the dark,
dragging me back to
The Edge
YOU ARE READING
A Life of Late-Night Poems
PoesíaA collection of poetry from the depths of the darkest darkness
