View from the Edge...

Always the last to know
foolish enough to show how he feels
like a child who still believes in words spoken
realizing too late they were just tokens
left to placate a lost soul, a foolish friend
who is bound to meet a sorry end
leaving this toy broken where you left it
Tired and wired at the same time
wanting to reach the precipice
and take a leap into the fire
The last in line every time
tired of begging
for what i thought was mine
stolen moments and wishful thinking
have left me sinking
without any desire to swim...
          (12-04-10)