Eyes open to the brink
I stand
Broken upon the edge
And though the sky is beating down
You are still above me
Always looking down.
Stretching for the dreams
Beyond your clouds
I burned within the strain
This arrogance has wrought,
And as the fire surged
I took it for desire
Obsession blinds
Focus the mind, focus the soul
Too late
All crumbling down,
The earth races
The sky screams
And I am tumbling through
This dear embrace
To something far more real.
The Waking Den 
divine…..nice……
love all….
Wooohooo !! This one just screamed out!!!
The gush of emotions and burst of suppressed feelings was AWESOME!!
It was a thrill to read this poem…
When “it” takes over our senses, everything else fades…
Got to have it. Everything else is meaningless. Focus, focus, focus, driving you insane. Oh yes, “it” can be a most dangerous thing! But the emotion it brings to bear…insurmountable.
Glad it spoke to you. It came to me as a sort of scream issuing up from my very veins, so…I think your scream comment was more than appropriate!
so much depth to your poetry
that tumbling could be glorious or disastrous
well done Chris
moon *wink*
And rarely do we see that tumbling for what it is, until its come and gone. Hind sight’s 20/20 as they say…
Thanks, Moon. Your praise means a great deal!