• It burns
    It seethes
    It sears

    Leaving you empty,
    Hollow,
    A shell,
    Of past memories,
    Past mistakes.

    Wishing it would end,
    Would stop,
    Would blacken.

    Thoughts of the end,
    Come to you,
    Capture you,
    Call to you.

    You embrace them;
    You look down at the water,
    Dark, cold, inviting.

    You forget your fears,
    Your instincts,
    Your emotions.

    You look again at the 50-foot drop,
    You smile,
    Stretch out your arms,
    Close your eyes,
    Step forward,
    Stopping the pain.


    But does it end there?



    Dedicated in memory of a friend never met.