along the edge

Posted bybernardsbarnesPosted inPoetryTags:, , ,

feed the rats the scraps
the pieces
remnants of reality
feed the rats the lies
the hatred
mem’ries of fear
the line we walk
the edge we balance
testing our divinity
the line we trace
we ask for nothing

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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