On the edge



I'm on the edge of this life
Knot knowing what is right
Looking up to see if there is any light .
Where do I go from here .I'm damed with living the pain I'm in .
I don't look forward to anything .
My shame .my pain .my anger with in .
My scars where I hide so no one can see the cuts deep in me
I'm on the edge .Who will win this game to let me free ........



Poetry by dee quirke
Written on 2026-07-18 at 19:54

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