It’s a long way down, and my shoes have no grip.
I keep trying to walk, hoping I don’t trip.
The edge is unstable, it crumbles beneath my feet.
I try to stand tall, but on my shoulders is concrete.
Keep walking, but I have nowhere to go but down.
Inside I am melting down.
The edge is in my mind, and I’m running out of time!
The edge is in my mind, and I’m falling behind!
The edge is crumbling,
I am tumbling.
My hands meet no resistance.
I’m questioning my existence.
Falling or leaping?
Resisting or conceding?
It’s a long way down.(105 words)