the Edge of Holding On


At the  ledge of reason, the edge of holding onto ‘the grudge.’

Of course, I am off course.

With every step a labored, misty, breath.

In the corners of never-land, I hear other survivors.

The grudge is not alone.

Each one speaking…

I do not know much but where misery goes,,,

the Grudge will also be.

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