Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Tip toeing so elegantly upon the edge, while fear of madness pools in the eyes. 
The bridge of self pity only path presenting, except for the internal abyss. 
Where false promise of oblivion, solicits security guaranteed.
I've no firewalls no back up, duly keeping own counsel. 
Official pander and prep anticipate to manipulate froward panel.
I am not I alone, but guardian, mother and client.
I rest before swords at dawn, not hapless and not yet broken.
Trust upon authorities kin, I brace for the din.
Guard now protect the future, my mission, my statement, my all.
~ Tomorrow Swords at Dawn ~