You take it to the breaking point
You make it sound so innocent
What is it in us that must
Hang out on a ledge
Craving our own destruction
At the hands of someone familiar
What is it that’s so unknown
Within ourselves
I love the title alone, but the poem is also great, particularly the third stanza.
wonderful
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Robert C Gaulke
Tue 25th Jun 2019 00:49
Cheers, Martin