On the edge
Teetering
Slowly forward, slowly back
Nearly falling.
The abyss calling.
A soft breeze is all that pushes me back.
The winds to safety, beckoning whispers
I barely hear.
Barely strong enough to call me back.
Back to safety, back to life
Don’t go, don’t fall, don’t teeter.
So young, so much potential; choose life!
The north wind calls me stronger.
It beckons me.
A seductress. An enchantress.
A siren of the sea of nothingness below.
So long I’ve teetered I start to wonder,
It dawns on me, soon, I’ll have no choice.
Soon my legs...
They will give way
And I will fall into the abyss below
No choice
No decision
No more
Nothing into Nothingness.
The end of the struggle.
Desist. Deceased.
An end.
by Kelly
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