On a verge.
Not quite there or their
Resonates in me as strange
Both or all sides that argue
Their points within the range.
Boxed in and caught
Into picking just one side
Jumping before knowing
With some sort of pride.
With the power to lead
Whether or not their right
Falling to the biggest group
In the hope there won't be a fight.
As per typical in my case
The verge I am stranded on
Is a thin grey uncertainty
Of where my own madness has won.
They that are them above me in scale
Stripped me of all I ever wanted.
Left me with the insanity
After pouring in what they concocted
The only thing left me
In this a one and only little life.
Is to not play out my delusion
And keep away and out of strife
©wrennie
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