13

Is it the amalgamation of an unrequited soul?

It got caught along the ledge, 

and now it can't let go.

Fingers straining, scared to death

do you think, you have that tenacity left 

to keep the grip.

I watched you trip over the smallest crack, 

and now there is no going back

you lay flat on the ground 

and groan, was all you had 

so easy to let go. 

I suppose that is all it really takes

one slip, one fall, one small mistake 

and now the noose is hanging loose

around the neck of what you thought was 

all you wanted and all you know

but was it dear, 

if it was so easy to 

let go.

Grip that ledge,

see the blood run to your head

give me something you can alter

a risk to be had

for now, it all looks 

well, pretty bad.