the edge


Time quickens as fire eats away the wick,  
Burning alive our every dream.
No one wants it to stop,
They want to see the karma drop.

Time stops as the fire eats away the fuse.
Organic explosion,
Blowing a hole in our only sanctuary.
No one wants to believe.
They want to lose themselves in a muse.

Time gives up and stops as we light another.
Messed up beyond comprehension.
Fast forward to reach yesterday tomorrow.
Smile to display your sorrow.
I don’t know what the fucks going on anymore.


1 comment
  1. globetrotteri said:

    I think this is one of my favorites Sarah. It’s terrific! How long does it take you to write these kinds of poems? Do you lie awake at night in bed and dream them up or do they just come to you?

    Although I always miss you, today I’m wishing more than ever that I could be sitting on your couch. Sometimes I hate having to keep in touch through the Internet!

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