On the edge…
cold…heavy…suffocating
Enveloping from within, choking me
It creeps…moments so fast
Other times it barely rises

On the edge of darkness
…holding at bay
It gorges my energy…
Levels low…escape…how?

My wings clipped
Feathers falling
I struggle to rise
As the black invades my mind

Pete Ibbertson 23 November 2012