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.