On the Verge

Like walking on eggshells I’ve heard them say

to describe this kind of wariness;

but it’s worse than cliché –

it’s daydreaming of future good

with sleep closing in

to numb and sap

and steal it all.

It’s worse than free-fall.

I don’t crave control

but my trigger’s constantly

cocked and I’m so ready

for the onslaught it hurts.