Life is fragile, so easy to go over the edge into the abyss, A fine strand holds us away from a life of nothingness.
An existence meaningless, days of hopelessness, barely putting one foot in front of the other.
Each day colourlessness, a hunger to be loved, to be admired, to be cherished, to be seen of worth, to be loved for who we are.
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Although your writing needs development, I love the concept of this piece; I've tweaked the first stanza (below) , as an example of how you may run with this poetic love for Christ. Keep writing and working at the craft of finding your voice. -Joe Breunig Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory The edge of darkness beckons unto me, from the rim of its jagged abyss; a single strand of Hope keeps me - from a life of complete nothingness!