Author Information
Living on the edge.
Sometimes
I feel as though
I'm stood on the edge of a cliff
swaying too and throw
in a icy cold biting wind
staring down
at the dark deep caesium below
never knowing
from one moment to another
which way I'll go.
Hoping
someone will come along
and reach out
and take my hand.
But until then
I stand here almost everyday
and sway.
Peter Dome. copyright.2012.
