The ledge

Sitting on the point

of a careless ledge,

gripping on for this

brute of a life,

the savage ghosts of

lasting memories

grasping and prising

the hard goat headed past,

grinding on, a moral morass

hazard lights, rabbit blinded

glued to the bloody spot,

a murderous intention,

a voiceless host.

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