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Jan 2021
I sit on the edge of uncertainty
Confused about the world
And about my place in it
Questioning all that I once knew to be true

I feel like I am going to fall off
Fall off the edge of a cliff
Except that this is not a cliff
This is the end of the road and nothing in the abyss

The road ahead is blurred
I do not see anything in my future
I only see something when I turn back
What I see is a road that I was never sure of

I am not alone on the edge, but I feel alone
Because others cannot understand
They seem so full of hope, unlike me
Maybe they see something in the abyss

It is their abyss
Not mine
I am stuck on the edge
I live in my own age of uncertainty
We live in unprecedented times. This poem reflects my personal state at the point of writing. We exist in our own unique reality and everyone is different. We feel differently and see things differently, even though we may inhibit the same physical space.
K B Ryan Joshua Mahindapala
Written by
K B Ryan Joshua Mahindapala  29/M/Singapore
(29/M/Singapore)   
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   Khoisan
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