One Step
I'm standing the edge.
No rope or harness to safeguard
My fall.
I picture my last step over the mountain's peak
A last few seconds of freedom as
Gravity pulls me downward.
My last thought
My last breathe
My last sight of the partly Cloudy
Skies.
My body as it impacts the surface
Of the earth.
My body broken, mangled, and
Bleeding.
While I lay motionless
A permanent solution to a temporary
Problem.
I look in front of me
I see the reaper
With his arms open ready to embrace
Me.
I look in the back of me
I see life with arms open
But with no promise of no more
Suffering.
Should I pick life or death?
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