On the razor's edge

On the razor’s edge … the tight rope wire
The last strands of the rope; breaking
Fingers losing grip on the unrelenting rock
Slipping, sliding, gripping at the last
Slipping, slipping …

Bold and dynamic the move is made
No rope now to arrest that fall
To avoid a certain fall to the rocks below
Razor sharp; certain death
Disaster is averted for now

Fate’s carousel cruel and unrelenting
Beyond the needle’s eye; the point of no return
Far below the comfort zone; outside of safety
In a place of shade; so unknown …

Here, the sun ne’er reaches
Frost bites the rocks; fingers numb to the bone
Moves made in desperation; no chance of escape
Too high the precipice; too few holds to find

Eventually, tired and bruised, digits will fail
The light will fade; night will prevail …