Precipice

Standing on the edge looking down…

Down.

Down from this lonely ledge to the ground

And around…

Aware of every sight, every sound to abound,

Waiting for the anger to subside.

 

Step from out of nowhere to the fire…

Fire.

Heap the heavy logs high upon the pyre

Kindling the beast of hard desire in the mire

Where the cradles of calamity collide.

 

Don’t push… for I will surely fall…

Fall…

Fall to clinched jaws that are prone to gnash and gnaw.

Flashed by danger, haunted, shocked with awe,

Never knowing why I am to blame.

 

Mercy. Please have mercy on my soul…

Soul.

Set your price and let me pay the toll.

Do not toss my weary bones into your dark dank hole.

I am not, should not be your final aim.