Edge of Glory

It wasn’t my intention to leave you,
It wasn’t my intention to run,
To bite the bullet,
To shoot the gun,

To slip and slide,
Push passions to one side,
To lose myself,
Somewhere in between,
Reality and the dream,

To be left blood drenched,
With permanent tattoos,
A constant reminder,
Splattered all over me,
Caught up in the barb wire,
In the mesh,

Caught up on the edge of glory,
Hanging on to the fatal trigger,
Left choking,
Consumed by the aftermath,
Fumes that linger on and on,
Fumes from the smoking gun,

It wasn’t my intention to leave you,
It wasn’t my intention to run,
To bite the bullet,
To shoot the gun,

By Sarfraz Ahmed © Copyright 2020