London Poem: Day 113

8 December

We are all fragile,
Empty containers balancing
On some edge, with gravity’s
Undeniable pull tugging at
Destruction. We’re lead by
Nature’s design, the lull
Going unseen, believing the
Mantra you whisper to yourself:
“It couldn’t happen to us.”
But, it is and I’m fighting –
I want to see tomorrow,
To feel the comfort of you
And what it means to see
Another day, where we are.
I keep inching closer to
The edge, the pull too
Much to bear.
So, help me and we will
Defy nature together –
With every turn, we draw
Further away. So, if I get too far,
Pull me back, and give me
One more day.

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