Don’t Play With Fire In the Dark


Don’t Play With Fire In the Dark
by Michael Doyle

The edge of the cliff beckons me
Whispering my name dangerously
Is it taunting the edge
Of a lonely soul on the ledge

A reasoned soul knows its context
When all the dots fail to connect
Like a child wanting a hand to hold
Played out cards seek to fold

Carved in the darkness that I feel
Wondering what’s next to make real
Sunk slowly like the setting sun
Best efforts made and still damage is done

Thunder and lightning feel the sky
As this day begins to die
I praise the loudness of the rushing wind
As it drowns out thoughts that must end

A bargain is made somewhere in the gray
To push on to live yet another day
There is a journey out there ahead
And it cannot be traveled well dead

(c) March 22, 2023 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

Horizons – David T. Chastain

Borkum - Don't Play With Fire In the Dark

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