I'm finally at the edge.

Don't you see how hard I've worked to get here.

Night is meeting what some consider day.

He sneaks in through the front door,

Protected by the burned out lamp.

They've just stopped caring,

But he doesn't care.

Wasted nights;

A couple hundred signs passed by now.

“Hey.”

There is the startle in the night;

It is just as the tension builds.

When will the eruption occur?

She seems to know

Maybe.

Heart pounding,

Sweat dripping

Her yearning ears capture the energy,

The kind that exists in the silence,

“Bang.”

It collapses and hurts her chest.

It forces her to the floor.

All she hears now is screaming, crying, threats.

Doors slam.

My work and achievements swept violently to the floor.

She, with grainy eyes and pounding head,

I will never forget.

They say forgive.

I don't know if I have yet.

I may have.

No wonder I don’t trust,

Flinching away from every kind brush of a hand.

Every touch feels like a harsh slap.

They are the harsh slaps of words

Crushing an innocent soul.