The precipice

      (a response to seeing friends in crisis)

There are wounds that never heal
And fires within that burn the soul
We stand alone before the night
And keep our stories locked inside

I saw a man within a room
Thinking back on all he’d lost
He came upon a memory
And then he had to turn away

All those secrets they had shared
Except the ones they’d kept inside
She thought she knew him like herself
But he was never there at all

There are wounds that never heal
And fires within that burn the soul
We stand upon the precipice
And keep our stories locked inside

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