Edge

I am the child standing
upon the sharp edge of forever,
uncertain, in my blindness,
unprepared, fate in my hands,
the unbearable weight of being
crushing into my soul,
the splintering universe pierces,
feel the lost, tormented ones
pouring into me the long years
of unspent misery,
desperate cries unhinge me,
becoming,
understanding,
we are one in the mist.