AT THE EDGES
Candice James
Copyright 2009
I’m at the edges of my sanity
And the fences are unstable and shaky.
Most times words cannot describe
This surrealistic aching deep in the soul.
Facial expressions feign attempts to honor it
But fail miserably with each grimace and frown.
The things we do for love.
The grievous errors we commit in the name of it.
Oh the heartaches we endure for the sake of it.
Every street is an avenue.
Every freeway is a boulevard.
I’ve been walking forever.
I’ve been searching forever.
Everything old is new again
And everything new is worn out.
This erosion of the spirit is serious.
There is no moonlight to be found,
No easy listening melodies anymore,
Just the harsh cymbal crash of reality.
I’m in the middle of a heartache.
I can’t seem to steer my way out of it.
The wheel is cracked and my compass is broken
I’ll never make it home now.
The things we do for love.
The grievous errors we commit in the name of it.
Oh the heartaches we endure for the sake of it.
I’m at the edges of my sanity
And the fences are falling down.