I have walked along the edges of death,
Tasted the black veil upon my lips,
Felt the silence of loneliness,
Cast eyes across the vast chasm of endless blackness, to which I wanted to sentence myself.
Rescued from my self-sentenced noose,
Life and love stronger than the cold steel and addictions,
Many chapters await and I shall live beyond `Once upon a time…`
No more lines, only the ones that map a grandparent`s face
And the knife shall only cut the cake.
When my body is old and bones creak,
But my eyes remain young,
Time will claim me
Just as it`s meant to be.
But for now the food of life is good
And I shall be dining at another table.