Teetering

Even with the edge - so close;
the Earth - small - at times,
large. I simply want to feel
comfortable. Puny nothing -
ness. A spec in a dust storm
- swirls - it all dreams so futile
and insane. I wonder at purpose.

This Earth - so huge - I am lost,
in a tall forest that never ends.

Unnoticeable perception change -
peace takes over storm -
silence goes on forever.
Air stale. Still. Heavy.
Atmospheric compression
strangles. There is no where
left, to go, that hasn’t been.

This world - so tiny - we are trapped,
in a narrow valley with no exit.


~Sabrina