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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.

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