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 Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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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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