'The Brink'

Tears waiting at the edge...
Filling up my window wells...
Seeing thru blurred sight...
Counting all the wrongs... to right
Is this kharma reaching me...
My writhing soul in front of thee...
Do you laugh behind that smirk?
I shake my head from all the hurt
Placing what I could in you... I tried
My best to see it through...Are you clear
with what you've done? Do I lack the courage
to enlighten everyone? It is not you that holds me back
It is the wickedness that I lack...for to
Destroy you is not my goal...If you
release me..have faith...your happiness
will unfold...I cannot bear the sight of you
my mind goes back to what you put me through
I could not shake the past...therefore our ruture
could not last. holding on to what's not there
would be a tragic weight to bear...so as I hold
back my tears and turn from you at last...I leave
the hurt...the throbbing pain...the memories in the past.