Over the edge of life

a sad poem

My heart is blue, my eyes are black
The ocean crashes, upon this track

Of a train, about to derail
I've served my time, and i failed

Beating drums, there in my head
Upon a sparrow, tis fly till dead

The winters grave, a blizzard storm
Against my face, till it is worn

juggling these balls, each on a world
So tempted to, just take them and hurl

over the edge, so close almost cut
I bleed my blue blood, and only but