The Edge
Updated: Jul 20, 2021
Here I am solemn-faced, knee-deep in guilt
perched over the edge of a bottomless pit
Angry reckless thoughts crowd my brain
few I reason with, others in vain.
The edge as I stare beckons me close,
a dark abyss with an infuriating force.
the thoughts have now run astray
Survivors guilt some might say.
The edge I see has crept in slow
it now appears closer than before
headfirst I dive, plunging into the deep
My eyes open, I struggle to keep.
Deeper I push into this cavernous hole
and yet this damned guilt won't let go.