Precipice

How many of us are out there

Hurt and damaged

We run from activity to activity

Man to man

Woman to woman

Empty

Longing

Looking

Our souls crying out for more

Needing nourishment

Belonging.

How many of us dangle

Over a precipice

of nothingness

Grasping at straws

Searching for a hand

to hold

Something real to feel

Subsistence

To carry us through.

 

marie malo