The Cusp

10.2.13
I live my life on the cusp
A lingering precipice
Beating back all I trust
Silently waiting for trespass
Whether it's wax or waned
the sky is empty of moon
look what the night has claimed night birds sing there empty tune
I was supposed to rise above
but I sink into the ocean
waiting for one more shove lingering with the notion
empty house
empty room
the voices in my head
doubting Thomases makes me swoon
every cusp has its edge
razor sharp an achingly dull
so I wait on this ledge
fear of unknown crashing in my skull