Over The Edge

Two were silent and still
ignoring the others pain.
Two were silent and still
together on different planes.

Treading softly
absent of speech.
Thoughts progress,
aggressively breaching
the borders of sanity.
Obsessively seeking
the mind of the other.
No sign of it weakening.

Living vicariously,
or so it seems,
until the intent
costs much more than the means.

Two were silent and still
experiencing each others pain.
Two were silent and still
slowly going insane.

Copyright 2001 by Scott Urban. All rights reserved.

by Scott Urban

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Comments (1)

I like this piece. It reminds me of two people that I know. Quite true I think/sad. Have read some of the other too. Is this a hobby. Do you submitt for publishing? Good luck with more Mel T.