Living On The Edge Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

On the precipice
a slippery slope making
me jittery to the core
spine chilling cold
pierced through my
nerves like needles
with blunt tips
I cried aloud
I screamed from
the depths of my
scarred throat.

In the mist that
cobbled together
with vicious haste
and darkness that
swallowed the twilight
like a monster
with a mouth that
is deeper than the
dreadful gorge below.
My shrill sound echoed
in the mist heavy air
And they came back
and struck me like
Ice blocks with
edges sharper than
the sharpest of knives.

The slippery slope
sent shivers through
my porous legs
into my maimed brain
Yes living on the edge
I am forever and ever.
Harangued and chained
to this precipice
with a gorge yearning
to gorge me into
its darkness.
I don't try to move
I won't try to move.
The slippery slope
Will push me into
Non existence
And in the darkness
and the mist ahead
Where do I find light.
Yes I am living on the
edge and will
continue to be so.