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Sep 2013
I stood at the edge
peering into the abyss that laid below me
thousands of feet down
you stood with your arms out stretched
shouting to me
telling me you will catch me
all I have to do is jump
But I can barely see you
and I know you will not catch me
as hard as I try I cannot make myself believe otherwise
I close my eyes and imagine myself falling
cool air rushing past me
and adrenaline coursing through my veins
I no longer care if you will catch me
I no longer care how hard I fall
but then I hit the ground
my eyes fly open and I find myself still standing on the edge
with my stomach in my throat
and the wind knocked out of me
you yell up to me
you tell me you're sorry, you won't let me hit the ground
but I laugh at you through my tears
and I back away from the edge
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