On the brink

Shouting profanities giving new meaning to subtlety

Do you really think that nobody notices?

The clinch in your armour and the bruise you keep fresh in your soul

I have seen it all, I felt that pain in my bones

Forgiven are none when eye searches for vengeance

Punished are even those who seek such manner of redemption

Mainting a classified relation with such emotions

Tormenting one’s mind with cynical solutions

Never to take a flexible posture

Rigidty and redundance are recipe of disaster

How the night never let’s you blink?

How the sunshine leaves you ticked?

And the inside is ready to start war

Culminates into silence, you are standing on the brink


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