Friday, May 8, 2009

Precipice

 

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Solitary music,
In social noise,
Is oft unheard,
that softest voice.

Willing guests for,
An unwilling host,
A social choice,
That's hated most.

On the cliff,
Just looking down,
The abyss…
A perfect noun.

From the edge,
life seems bleak,
But, the final step,
I was weak.