The Ledge

Written by: Darrell Hoover

I stand on this ledge… Teetering back and forth on the edge…
I weave precariously, slipping on my tears…
I look to the heavens as I swallow my fears…
A warm breeze gently caresses my face… 
There is no more time, and there is no space…
I stand with my arms over my head…
I am not alive, nor am I dead…