The Cliff's Edge

each night

I would feel

my brain, mind, and body

fail me

my head laid on a pillow

but my health laid

on a cliff's edge

about to be pushed off

how I was brave at first

mustering the resolve

to be strong

wiping my tears

and closing my eyes

accepting they may never open

ever again

yet each morning

my eyes

kept opening

again

and

again

how every bitter night

I would accept my mortality

in tears

accept my powerlessness

in tears

and submit to the universe

in tears

then cease to exist for a night

only wake up

in tears

for I had been reanimated

to endure another day

waiting for the sun to fall

that I may find myself on my bed

teetering on that cliff again

again and again,

night after night

again and again,

night after night

again and again,

night after night

again and again,

night after night

how I prayed for the strength

to walk my path of needles

to its very end

for I was crawing 

in the pitt's of hell

asking again and again

screaming until my voice was raw

begging until adour became apathy

for an angel to find me

to guide me

to notice me

to think of me

to see me

and take me

to the promised land