stan pelfrey - 209 ~ the brink

There she stands on cliff’s
edge, not even looking
down. One more step and
she will be falling into the
future.

The close of the
millennium, brings
remembrances of the past,
not looking toward the
future that’s gaining fast.

tower dreams—
silent screams—
she’s all alone

What was her name?
Who, that crazy woman?
Where was she from?
Some place near Babylon?

She, locked away
from what was real,
held to some deep belief,
that the end of the
world was not at hand,
but the hurting was.


And then she spoke:
“Solitaire was just a game,
but now it is a state of mind.
It was great when I was
young and knew nothing of fate.”

“A free-for-all with my
lonely spirit. What was it
you tried to steal? A piece
of fudge cake or my will? ”

“I’ll trust your word
on all that’s good.
I’ll hold your tongue
to speak my mind.”

tower dreams—
silent screams—
we’re all alone

So, there she stands on cliff’s
edge, with her hand in mine,
not even looking down.
One more step and we will be falling into the next
millennium.

stan pelfrey

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