Hung On The Brink

Every day

I’m standing on the edge

of the abyss

afraid to lose

stable ground

from my feet

It’s almost happening

until

I’m so close

barely breathing, bumping my head

against

tiny threads of threat

of my existence

not needed by anyone

even me

because it may mean

meandering among the animals of this world –

menageries of all kinds

with their backs to me

standing behind

whatever I’m trying to approach

and not looking after my welfare

recognising only opposite opportunity

to bullying, intimidation, harassment

and all sorts of things

supposedly illegal

yet I have no right to fight them

legally

except

in a criminal manner

which will never happen

unless

imagined

doing the only justice

in my writing

where I can do what I want

kill all enemies and settle an old score

clearing up the air

from the unwanted baggage on my broken back

telling me that’s enough

for one life and it’s time

to assign roles

to the mediocre

actors

flooding through the roof

like artillery on the hill

during the war

with the invisible enemy every time

I happen to fall

into the wrong pothole in the road

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September – November 2021

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