Brink

My confidantes now see me as an impedance
to what they want and that warrants a severance.
I understand, even I would surely preach the same;
to hunker down and get rid of the hindrances.

Leaving behind the beginning; the inception.
Putting aside the graveness of this prehension.
Looking ahead, discovering nothing but a suction
into the abyss devoid of illumination.

I feel alone with no one to soak in
my daily wails, sadly I feel them building,
stacking up, it really is sobering
to accept I'm a few cracks from breaking