A Razors Edge
On a razors edge we walk
Palpable, the strain.
Days go by, we hardly talk
Yet still we play this game.
As you pass me in the hall
You barely raise a smile.
Why do I stay at all,
For it hurts me all the while.
When I see that vacant look,
Love has surely died.
Fragile were the steps I took,
But pointless... still, I tried.
Fiction write Entry for Fragile - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
15/10/2017
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