The Edge

I lie on the ground, calmly.
Burning heat tormenting me.
Night or day, I know not.
Society has left me to rot.

Some say I’m special.
Others say I’m antisocial.
No matter who,
They all say “Shoo!”

Am I odd?
I’ve been told about God.
“He is merciful!
He will feed you till your stomach’s full!”

Yeah, right.
I won’t go down without a fight.
As I look around me I see
Absolutely no mercy.

People dying, people living.
People caring, people daring.
I’m nothing but a lot of rust
To these specks of dust.

Where am I?
What am I?
Why am I here on Earth?
To live a life with no mirth?

A tap on my shoulder.
It grows colder.
I look behind.
Nothing, life is so unkind.

Why can’t it be my savior?
What was my misbehavior?
I was told about a Messiah.
But now, I see nothing but a

Padded wall.
I’m wadded up like a doll.
Can’t move, can’t speak.
I feel so weak.

What did I do?
What can I do?
Someone tell me.
Because I’m on the edge of insanity.

A voice comes, finally.
“Come to me!”
A black figure stands still.
You know what, I think I will.