A Poem For Your Thoughts

Upon the Precipice

I stand upon a precipice

With uncertainty beneath

Smoking wreckage lie behind me

I wear its memory as a wreath

Dragging low my every step

Shambling towards that fated ledge

Reflected in my eyes

A haunted blunted edge

Cut upon my indecision

Wit and mind now growing dull

The flag that flew so brightly

Now weathered as a skull

The broken ruins at my heel

Tell a tale of sorrow well

They fell from great ambition

Giving rise to living hell

A paradise now ruined

Broken, shattered, and so mourned

Not unlike the dreams

From which they had been born

Now I stand upon the precipice

With uncertainty beneath

I go again into that maelstrom

and cling tightly to my wreath