Edge Of Disaster

Sitting on the edge of disaster

And It’s peaceful here I decided to take a seat

Cause I can no longer see

Or maybe the light at the end of the tunnel

Just was not meant for me

May be that happiness didn’t belong to me

For I am a old withering soul

And have been worn down

By this rigorous journey

So I veered off the rocky and thorn filled path

To take a seat next to disaster

And it has provided me some peace….

By: The Poet Q

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