Teetering

Our world is balanced on the edge of something
Not falling….yet
But only a push away

We’re walking on our tip-toes
Peeking under our beds and around corners
Anxious, and loosing sleep

All around us, life is dying
Drifting into a gray backround
As our eyes loose their colors

Lone wolves rule the streets
And rats have the ultimate control
Pain is on our doorsteps, seeping into the cement

Only the rain can save us
Washing away the things we refuse to see
And holding us back from the edge