POETRY

The genius' suicide.

I'm not struggling
I'm just crawling.
I've been put on this pedestal
But I think I'm falling

It's like being in a forest
A hundred paths to choose.
Each one darker than the last
And I've got everything to lose

It's like swimming through quicksand
I keep sinking deeper
And this tall mountain
It just keeps getting steeper

I'm locked in the dark
Alone. Afraid
But what scares me more? the dark?
Or, me. This monster they made.

The clock is ticking
It ticks it tocks
If you run up this hill
You'll trip on the rocks

And the higher you climb
The harder you fall
Don't teeter on the edge
Of this towering concrete wall

When all that lurks below
Is the dark abyss
Crying with voices
Of all the people that you miss.

So, please, don't jump
With your neckless of rope
Balanced on this rickety stool
Holding a small, white envelope.

                                                                      -Cadence James