The fall is

Overwhelming

This ledge so

Inadequate

I’m on the brink

Teetering

There are no mattresses

To soften the inevitable

Tumble

No spikes to kill me

Instantly

Just concrete

Or nothingness

Unforgivable white

In my future.

Has the horizon ever been so pure?

So sterile

So tedious

So certain.

I’m skirting the boundary

Of something more important

Somewhere forbidden

I’m becoming increasingly insane

Staying on this intolerably

Dangerously

Small space

Where falling is just a breath away

A breeze away

A gloomy thought away

I’m borderline dead

And there’s nothing to stop me

From going either way

Nothing to stop me

From staying centered

Forever balanced

Eternally stuck in safe.