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.
