at the precipice
i wait to fall.
"one more thing," i say,
"one more straw."
something will push me over
the edge, down, down, down.
i don't yet know what
or when
or even if,
but i wait to fall
at the precipice.
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PoesiaI'm not much of a poet, but on the rare occasion I write a poem I will put it here.
