25th May 2022

I walked up to the brink quite casually
Without fear,
Except for embarrassment
Hovering on the far side of understanding.

I had read the multitude or signs
Yet was becalmed.
Trapped within my own illusions
Of endless decades promised so fervently.

Foolish are the most knowledgeable of men
In denial.
Having sense for nothing but redemption
Steafstly running when ambling is plenty fast enough.

Cease when confronted with by a   shadow
Threatening gloom, 
Seeping from evocations of the past
Echoing some unfortunate bubbles in the blood.