The Abyss
It’s like standing at the edge of an abyss.
Watching and being watched,
Gravity pulling you and you nearly let go of the fear and simply end it.
Take that final step,
Leave all that you knew behind.
Look before you leap they say,
Everything is ‘they say’
Nothing is your own,
It is all how it is;
Life and death and an endless cycle that you are the smallest part of
An insignificant creature, gazing upon all you can see,
Seeing so little of what is truly there.
You lift your foot, shift your weight
Ready to fall-
You pause, waiting.
Is this truly what should happen?
Or is there going to be some fairytale ending for you,
In spite all your troubles and worries-
Or perhaps because of them.
There is always that hope,
That spark that nothing can douse,
That small thing called hope
What happens when,
As you put both feet on the ground again,
The light is only a tiny spark-
Something beautiful but unreachable,
A wilo-the-wisp if there ever was one,
I have seen countless others fall, just like you
For I am the abyss
And if you gaze into me
I gaze back into you.
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