She Would Say It For Pennies Scratched To The Pavement

This adventure we live leads me to cliffs among mountain tops staring down at the towns to week to call them self's a city. I glance at the edge of the cliff with little care, possible to slip with falling rocks my worries were elsewhere. The moon set full to the sky as the sun slowly setting. I witness there carelessness consume land and with hatred it burns. A church steeple piercing the sky now with there faith and with morals they still become victim of greed and judgmental thoughts. When in fact if they truly follow god shouldn't they leave judgment to rightful men. They walk streets with cheerful expressions but when they come upon a man with torn rugged clothing begging for pennies, normal people would have sympathy but they encounter him as if he is unseen.

I walk closer to the edge to come to a stop. I am here above the valley where it is only me to face fears alone. I am powerless to the loins presence, god didn't gift me with power only a mind to think of a way out. Bare hands grip the rough rock each step up creating tension to finger printed finger tips, with unsure thoughts as to where the next step leads. Footprints follow me like a ghost, fear is clouding thoughts. Where must I run to if there is nothing hold my feet in place. I would fall to my death with color of rest.

The sun ceases to be among us darkness shades the earth. Suddenly I am not welcome, a star lit night a frightful climb. I seek the bottom with out a death.