Over the Edge
Everyone has a breaking point.
Most of us never reach that place.
Some see it daily.
A trifle thing said or done,
trips a wire.
Are their brains wired differently?
Is there something missing?
What makes them want to
approach the end so quickly?
Most do it slowly,
an inch at a time,
a hit there, and ounce there.
Their souls leak, drop by drop,
ever so slowly,
until a wasted frame is all you see.
Others do it in a flash, all at once.
Their lives cut short
ended abruptly, by their own hand.
How can they see the world so differently?
A place they no longer wish to dwell?
Trades for a cold dark hole
and to be fodder for the worms.
This I'll never understand.
The difference between them and me.l
Copyright © Linda Smith | Year Posted 2007
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