The Last Step

One step forward. No objection. Darkness behind the lids of my eyes, They cheered at my rejection. Over and over, I hear their cries. Amidst the cold voices of hatred I heard Those of familiarity, of home, of love. But the din did not preserve their word, Only of those taunting souls who shove. I felt the spit, and the laughter anon, Bereft of joy, all I felt was dread. But even the hearth’s warmth was gone. I could taste the relief of silence ahead. All that was left was that last step. Taking it, I knew that they’d be pleased As I would tumble into the great depth And find that only way to peace.