On the Cusp

I’m on the cusp of nothing
Hanging on a thread,
Every day seems pregnant
With a certain kind of dread.

Headlines scream, portending
Tales of glee or maybe gloom,
Depending on one’s politics
Seen as bonus or as doom.

So here we stand in limbo
One foot toeing on the ledge,
While the other seeks purchase
Having fallen off the edge.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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