A Cup Of Sadness

I hold a cup of sadness,

While drinking deep of hope;

I teeter on the cliffs dark edge,

While climbing destiny’s rope;

How can the truth be blurry,

When thinking seems so sure?

How can a cry of loneliness

Be counted as a cure?

I only know the next thing 

That floats across my eyes

Will surely be the last thing

That nourishes my life.