Edge

How to bend and break,
Cruel Mercy lifts you,
Future built into your
breathless slumber,
Wonder on through
the sea of buildings.
I will miss you when you
are gone,
But maybe I will trip,
My shoes at the edge,
Amnesia takes.

CREDIT for photo and poem to Jocelyn Meadows, thats all I ask.

Psst- Unedited.