Midnight found me once again
Thumbing back through time,
Tending wounds I thought were scars
And crying out in rhyme.
I saw my trembling hands again
Hold instant felicity;
Nearly tumble into bliss,
Trade life for sweet simplicity.
Where would that barter have found me,
Had I felt that edge’s sting?
A joyous heaven? Serenity?
Or seventh circle, second ring..?