Precipice

In response to ALM Writes March prompts.

From Morguefile.com by user deegolden.

Sometimes
the edge of the precipice
is near.

The grind –
—– day after day,
—– resume after resume,
—– I submit;
yet no one is interested.
And at the precipice I stand.

My husband
—– is in the same boat.
Together forever are we;
—– it is stifling
—– —– at times.
He does not understand
—– my creative side;
I think he thinks we should be together –
—– stuck with Krazy Glue;
And at the precipice I stand.

The snow, the cold,
—– the ice.
—– —– It’s neverending.
This new month, when spring comes,
—– and yet it snows,
—– turning to ice on the ground because of the cold.
Will I ever see grass again?
And at the precipice I stand.