the edge of

I am on the
edge of my
existence sitting
in the home I
might lose residing
in the head I
might not be
able to use, knowing
all that is gone
and done
and dusted down the
regret that went
with them and the
guilt for one I
loved so well
I fell without her
and now unravel
and undone I
know not
the path to run the
air to breathe the
life to live for me
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