There is a dark ledge

a precipice

into an even darker abyss

that everyone seems to know

yet everyone seems to hope

there is no such place.

We all deny the place we know

for it is the same place we go

where it is so dark and cold

and choking, smothering out the light.

Any warmth that we may hold

any light that had a glow

now seems to disappear below

a hellish cliff to a hellish hole.

Dare we peak over the edge

to see where all this could end?

A simple breath, a gasping cry,

a night that blots out your sight

and you are left blind;

reaching, grasping, fighting

gasping for the right to breathe,

searching for a light to see.

Panic sets within your bones

piercing them, you are still as stone

at this precipice your are not alone

but there is not one hand to hold.

No eye to see or seek your face

with no lips to form your name.

There is only dark and shame.

Forget me not, for there I go,

to the hellish hole below.

I could grip on if I dared,

if there was just one soul that cared

to reach down in the dark,

to grip my hand and touch my heart

and should I see that face I know

that is where my soul could go.

A dark ledge,

a precipice

leading to a dark abyss

it doesn't have to be like this.

I could find the light again.