English · Poetry

Cusp

At the edge of my will
At the cusp of my wit
I dont know why I still write
About you as I sit
For you are an enigma 
An unending quest for answers
Ecstatic of the day
When musings be answered
Will there be an us
In the end I just wonder

Via Daily Prompts : Cusp

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