The Edge

• Brian Callaghan
• Poetry
• 2010

On the end of the pier
Hesitating
Procrastinating
This life I'm wasting
Should I continue
Should I struggle through adversity?

I look to my phone
No new messages
They all know I'm here
Yet they make no effort to contact me
Let alone stop me

I take another step to the edge
The rocks crumbling away under my feet
I look down to the river below me
A salute to absolute defeat

The air rushes upwards
My stomach feels queasy
I didn't think I could do it
Never though it would be this easy

As my skeleton braces for impact
For the sickening bone crunching contact
I can't see you
Coming to the rescue

I realize how alone I am
While floating down
The world is at peace
While I am floating down

Only in death can I be free
I guess this was meant to be