On the Edge

He’s on the dark side of an unknown land.
A land where no-one cares about his name.
He’s cold and lonely – afraid of himself.
He’s through with caring…he’s through with fears.

The sun comes up now giving way to dawn.
Dawn’s cold, crisp air seeping into his bones.
The sun’s warmth spying on his huddled form.
He’s through with crying…he’s through with tears.

He can’t remember if he were e’er free,
free of life’s burdens that surrounded him.
Was there ever purpose – did someone care?
He’s through with people…he’s through with lies.

Is there a dark side on the other side?
Will the bright light await and brighten him?
He longs for something but knows not what.
He’s through with waiting…he’s through with life.