Anonymous

He stands on the tips of his toes, Pulls his pose up and gazes to see the chasm before him As he sees how he has come so close All he can remember is childhood memories that make him cringe A little boy on a sweltering summer day Reeling from his fear of drowning, not a soul to save him A sudden playful push sent him flailing away The rush of bone chilling cold, enveloping his skin And as he is jolted back to his senses, he wonders If a passerby could help him make the decision Could the sensation be the same? A fall under With a rush of cold, instead of the pain and sin Would anyone remember? Would his parents cry? Hope remained that they would find the hint Nagging at the edge of his panicking cluttered mind The horn of the metal monster approaching Could someone push him, help bring it to an end? He could feel his eyes watering, stomach lurching A last cry for help that his voice could not lend The mechanical voice yet preached safety But his mind ignored the plea, his knees began to bend Rushing footsteps, a man’s final plea As he threw all hope and body into the wind Made into naught but broken bone, crushed by the metal monster’s frame A soul to be eternally alone, a body with no name.