Hold on tight, do not let go
The fall might be a wrecking blow.
The rope hanging, unable to bear,
The threads pulling, threatening to tear.
While you hear the lines' last call to rip,
You manage to get a stronger, firmer grip.
Your breath heavy, your arms like rock,
The picture of death from your mind you block.
You close your eyes, you think, "what if?"
A million questions that will drop you; cause a rift.
Yet the idea of letting go now pleasant, welcoming,
For an instant you feel your resolve unraveling.
Maybe there was a river, a fjord,
One unseen, underneath the cord.
Perhaps this is just a dream,
Indeed, with this absurd scheme.
So you think, this is your last thought;
The last battle you fought,
Will it be known to others?
In a manner told by mothers?
Or will this last action be a disgrace,
Not the final struggle to face?
You open your eyes, you breath a sigh,
Now it seems dubiously high.
Just a final leap, unclench, pull away,
And fall into the abyss where you should lay.