To End It All
To stand on the edge,
On the cusp of a short fall to certain death.
To remember,
Rush through the memories that pushed you to this point.
Surrounded by stranger stop attached to themselves to look up.
Grasping at nonexistent hope,
Trying to Fonda reason to stay.
Some signal, a sign, HOPE.
To tip and sway with the breeze of the unseen trains
The to fall like a feather,
Blown by the winds of fate.
To slam against the oncoming metal snake
Who's scratched windows seem to spell out a truth you couldn't face.
Then there's me, lost in thoughts
As a flash of frustration crosses my mind,
A lump of guilt rises in my throat.
Knowing that I must wait 10 minutes,
As they peel your broken body from the tracks.
