I'm standing within what I need to find
but with eyes bound with blindness.
Who has found me and what do they see,
or maybe I'm invisible, or not even here?
Dancing on the edge of deliverance,
seeking salvation in the smile of fate
or a helping hand from some unselfish heart,
I am the Fool stepping into the abyss.

Comments
kaycee | January 27, 2009 - 14:02
This poem was a joint effort with Claire Divine Produced as alternate lines via SMS
Claire Devine | February 4, 2009 - 11:44
Nice!!!
Claire Devine | February 4, 2009 - 11:46
encouragement to write more!