On the Edge

Sometimes the world can grow dark,

Each day it comes closer.

To  my heart.

To my mind.

To my soul.

Its chips away at my will.

Flaking off a piece with an unending pace.

Soon I shall have nothing left.

Nothing.

I am close to tears every moment.

Day or night.

For good or for --- mostly for ill.

My pain builds.

I see no end.

Each day.

Every day.

The tears.

The sadness.

The pain.

Is on the edge.

Forever on the edge.