The Cusp Of


For as long as the night whispers its mystique

There will be those who will creep beside the shadows

Step quickly into light fractures

And hold between their fingers life’s meaning

But their heart and soul are so narrow

At the cusp of the break of dawn

Right before the sun shoots its fiery ray

There is someone plotting out deception before they wake

Another dollar and another day

Held between right and wrong are

 All the decisions swept beneath a rug

Confusions and delusions

Anger and frustration

Arms held out without any hugs



                                                                                

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