Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #508

Sometimes
by Belinda Roddie

Sometimes, I feel as if I'm on the brink
of either glory or pure disaster.
I flip a coin to either float or sink
into the abyss of the universe
that plays dice with me every goddamn day.
I cry for tiny lives and scream for more
time, though anxiety's the price I pay
for this morass of bayou brain. Adore
me if you will, but know we'll both teeter
on the edge of this precarious cliff
that leads to Purgatory - not Hell, nor
Heaven, but where with tired hands, we'll sift
through guessing games and questions unanswered,
never to be answered, our vision blurred.