An Everyday Disaster

On the edge,

Staring down at worn sneakers

Barely on the concrete,

Fingertips hovering on rusty rails.

How many other souls stood here too?

Contemplating the plunge of life and death,

A simple breeze the wrong direction.

Then suddenly, you're hurtling toward the end.

Perhaps they never hesitated.

Yet somehow, we all know they did.

Each one stood and debated the pros and cons

Justifying their next move toward oblivion.

Despite all being tainted with the same darkness,

We insist that alone is all we'll ever be.

Gulping desperately at fresh air, only to find

Mildewed hopes and dreams abandoned

Revolted with ourselves,

We allow that final push

Into Death's warm embrace.