The Chasm's Edge
I stood at the edge
Thinking about the ledge.
I knew how life could end
With one step and I couldn’t amend.
I thought of love and life long lost
But I didn’t know what it would cost.
If one wave of vertigo hit,
I would die and someone would write an obit.
I stood there thinking why I should die
And I could think of a million reasons why.
I broke the heart of a friend
A friendship that I couldn't mend.
To death's door she went
After she knew where my true love was sent.
I now stand where she stood,
Knowing what she never would.
I had loved her, more than she knew.
I only wish that she knew me true
And talked to me before she flew
Where I cannot go. I wish she knew.
I told a lie
That I couldn't take back even if I try.
And oh yes I wish I could,
Bring her back and tell her I love her, yes I would.
I stand here, though,
Weighed down with woe.
I thought of her and I
Cursed myself for being so shy.
I am beset by my own guilty thoughts,
And my beleaguered stomach is tied into knots.
I came here for some unknown reason.
Possibly to forfeit my life, which feels like treason.
For whatever goal I had,
Either sane or mad,
I have a decision to make.
Now, which path shall I take?
I look down into an abyss,
And make one last wish.
Then take one last breath,
Before my impending death.
I stood on that bleak bluff filled with dread,
Thinking that I was as good as dead,
But then I pictured her,
And my broken heart began to stir.
She wouldn't want me to end this way
On any given day.
I knew then that I must stay
To help those who want to go another way.
And to this day I will always say,
There is an easier way.
I won't stop you any day,
Just listen to what I have to say.
On that bleak winter day
The bitter wind had to say,
"It's not your day"
"Take a step back and walk the other way"
I choose to believe it was my love
Telling me to leave like a mourning dove.
She still loved me
And I she.
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