PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I cannot live in the middle,

My place is at the edges,

Where life balances on a thread,

And risk becomes constant.

It is there that I find myself,

Bleeding for the lost souls,

Who have not felt their hearts full,

Who wander aimlessly, without clear direction.

At the extremes, I feel the pulse,

Of an intense existence, with no middle ground,

Where every emotion is lived to the fullest,

And pain mixes with passion.

I bleed for those who have not loved,

Who have not known the warmth of an embrace,

And while the world seeks the centre,

I prefer the margins, the open space.

For it is at the edges that life is more real,

Without masks, without disguises,

And even if the blood flows,

I prefer intensity to the emptiness of the middle.

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