swaying on the brink of the rooftop
i drink in the world below
and burn it into my eyes
for my breaths are few and far between
a reminder of the borrowed time
i've been clutching to
a heaving chest

tears kiss my cheeks
its twilight and my limbs have turned
to lead
suddenly, there is no promise for the future
suddenly, i wish for respite
to end the existence that once seemed
so bright and full
but now is as hollow as my words

and no form of "sorry"
can save me now
sob it to my cooling corpse
force it into empty lungs
scream it until i turn blue
you cant help me
and theres no way out
but
down.

Esther L. Krenzin