photograph © Gwynneth Green

the verge

on edge

does one enter
the darkened glen
at dusk
knowingly that night
will soon follow

that the moon’s light won’t filter
through the limbs
the ground
hard and cold
will not comfort

night sounds
will louden
while one’s voice
will silence

will become
your friend
if found
dreadful thoughts
that only make the space
where nightmares
are relived

were the truths
come to life
or some hallucination
the aftermath
of a foolish experiment
that went bad

and now
on the verge
of destruction
enter the darkened glen
courage will be one’s friend

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