I Don'T Like Heights
Breathtaking views
the brochure said.
But for me
it was nothing but
a sheer drop, gravity's
worst nightmare lipped
on an edge and way below,
a brutal landing
of hard rock.
I don't like heights.
Up here I have the lot,
a panoramic view offering
no distraction to what
really waits for me
salivating beneath
my jellied feet.
Just a step away,
nothingness wells its hypnotic
horrors, a free fall into
the minds worse fate, flailing
limbs frantically reaching
for something firm
to hold onto in thin air.
Just think of it !
The last few seconds
of life bulleting downwards
towards oblivion.
No, I don't like heights.
I prefer to take my views
without a precipitous ledge,
closer to the ground,
then if I fall
it would be less likely
to be terminal and I'd
have no time to think
as I went down.
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