Looking

…for the edge of darkness

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Addicted to falling
I am looking
for the edge of darkness
where I tread the thin line
between shadows and light
where the invisible weight
of something
something that never was
has me aching
at the memory

there is a warmth
that I can sense
but cannot feel
and between each heartbeat
another piece of me
is crumbling into the dark
into the endless ocean
of lost and longed for things

the powerful forces
of time and tide
the beginnings
and the endings
dissonantly eternal
their ebb and flow
unknowingly controlled
by the distant moon

now drifting like debris
in the cold rivers of sorrow
I am slipping softly
over that illusive edge
my heart slowly dissolving
into the waiting darkness

© Ann Bagnall