Inside My Mind

Standing on a precipice. Darkness swirls enveloping me, pushing me closer and closer to the point of being over the edge. Below a raging river awaits to dash my body against the rocky shards protruding from the under belly of life.

Maintain...but how. Stabilize...but how. Hold on...but how. Over the edge in no time at all. The events, the continuing turmoil, the daily upheavals all beckon me over the edge.

Constant pain. Depression grips harder. Dismay...disillusion...destruction is all I see. There is no hope, no glimmer, no lining made of silver. All there is for me is over the edge.

Disappointment each way I turn. Failure is a constant companion. Whom shall not be be better, relieved, be better off should I take the plunge over the edge?

Over the edge, nearly there. Over the edge, lost in despair.