Poetic Antic {Page 11}

On the Brink

Goodbye to you,
My precious,
My love,
And redemption.

In suffering, do we end?
It is a start, why not?
To forever, our love goes on.
Reaching and remembering.

On the brink, do we fall?
If not, hold on perhaps?
Maybe we should not.
Pain is agonizing.

Nothing! there is but,
A chance, in love?
Do I dare? And despair?
It is most unwise!

Lessons, none to ponder.
Edge is steep and humble.
Do wonder! Shall I not?
On the brink, of falling in love?

It is not infatuation!
Ridiculous? Can not pretend.
Arms failing! Mind is falling!
Save, save! Hearts nonempty!

Bliss of faith, hearken!
Send the sweet serendipity!
Shoot arrows golden, Cupid!
Let me fall deep, unbroken!

Gamble with tears and fly!
Freedom shall perish not,
But the heart that was and is.
Crushed by one who cradled me.

Words left unspoken, I say to you.
Vengeance has twice awoken!
Fear of my wrath, I give thee.
Shall I not cry on falling?

Drained of sanity, I am.
Knowing not, of what has been.
Spinning lies webbed on swords,
Thrust it in my chest and regret!

Insomnia is robbing me!
Cease the crime! End it! Slay it!
Happiness was achieved,
Though my weakness it has been.

Romantic, we shall be!
Come forth and take me,
To your kingdom, lay me,
Explore each other, make me.

Yours! Forever I am!
Not a moment we will waste,
For love awaits but none.
A journey, on the brink.