“The World Beyond My Own”

I reach above me, desperately,
To grasp a world brighter than my own.
But I let my arms fall, failing again.

Air passes between my lips,
Escaping in a soft sigh,
As I rest my head against the damp grass.

The blades scratch my wrists,
Already sticky and red.

It won’t be much longer now,
Before I reach the world beyond my own.
I don’t know if it will be above or below
The one I lie dying in now.