On the Brink of Suicide
by Melissa Grant

 

I walk down a path,
          shadows draping behind me.
The only sounds are my footsteps,
         treading on the cool earth.
Endlessness, taking my mind,
          beyond where my eyes can see.

Nothing but darkness ahead,
          and only one way to go.
I try to turn back, only to find
          a wall has grown up at my heels.
There's no way back,
          only one direction I can follow.

The sun never rises,
          the moon never sets.
The path winds and gets steeper,
          rocks unearth below me.
Time is not an element,
          and there is no place for me to rest.

I get lost within this
          pointless life I lead.
There's no reason I'm here,
          my life's not heading anywhere.
There's no reason for anything,
          for my sorrow, for me to breathe.

Rocks give way, dirt crumbles,
          everything that supported me.
Crashing out from underneath,
          no warnings, no signs.
The pressure's gone and shadows behind,
          a light is ahead and all I feel is free.

I still don't know where this takes me,
          where my life is heading like before.
All I know is shadows are behind me,
          and something must be waiting ahead.
Something that might be,
          worth continuing to live for.


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