Leave me to ponder words of existence,

For my voice has left upon the wind.

Footprints lead me to the edge,

As the known world ends before my eyes.

What is left in the fading light is unknown,

And there my thoughts now go.

Let my skin feel a breeze move round the world,

As my feet ground against solid stone.

Upon these cliffs do I stand uncertain,

And wait for this mind to still.

Will my voice return upon this wind who knows,

Leave me to ponder words of existence.

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Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.