Walking a fine line
Tiptoeing around edges
Of your dark being
Unable to offer peace
Or repair what is broken

Throwing a lifeline
That you refuse to accept
Trapped in the darkness
Where our love is forbidden
But where you know you’ll still hurt

Your soul burns with fire
Angry and burning of deceit
Distorting the truths
You can see from your corner
Which you let drop at your feet

Running to nothing
Except all that still haunts you
Stubborn pride traps you
The mirror reflects mistakes
Surrounding you like poison

You think we can’t see
Your visible bleeding wounds
Hidden behind eyes
That can’t sleep a peaceful dream
While crying your silent tears

Turn yourself around
Come away from the edges
Love can’t hold you there
And the fight cannot be won
Until you let yourself heal

Wonderful

agreed...

This perspective is interesting--could be from a person realizing another, or it could be the self viewing the self. Well worded and delicately written.

simply profound

Thank you

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Very beautiful words and poem. Life on an edge is where many spend their days. wink.

Thank you iam