Razor’s Edge

Image credit: cosma

Image credit: cosma

I’m on the razor’s edge
Of impossibilities
On every road to choose
A hungry devil waits
Caught in the cold
Implacable hands of fate
From this trajectory
I can’t deviate
I’m barely breathing

When the road before
Is too straight and smooth
Through such ease we fall
Into this tender trap
Wisdom comes too late
As a thunder-clap
All our fears and dreams
Cruelly overlap
All mercy leaving

And the chessboard’s cold
As my opponent’s glee
Every choice ahead
Has a price to pay
Too late I see that I
Have been led astray
Here is only night
There’s no break of day
And Hell is seething

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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5 Responses to Razor’s Edge

  1. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Be careful with that razor.

  2. it has a deep meaning 😀

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