The edge looks close, yet dim.
Sounds, distorted, hover near.
Is life really this grim?
Is the reaper my only fear?

Playing at life, day after day.
Do I exist?  Is that really the sun?
No matter, I still have to pay.
Ah, was that possibly fun?

No worries, that's what they said.
Voices muffled, yet still so vivid.
Are they real, or is it just in my head?
This ever unknown is making me livid.

Mist covers landscape, darkness falls.
Am I truly alive?  Or is this my hell?
My mind is hazy, yet it still recalls
that moment when I finally fell.

Tomorrow is never promised, they say.
Nor is life fair.  Or such is what I hear.
Make the best of what you're handed today.
Lest you forget, and shed the last tear.


©Regina2013