I stand on the edge,
cliff beckoning me.

it whispers

I step closer.

Toes peer over the edge
looking down at hard,
unforgiving ground.

I raise my arms
standing there crucified
on my tree of sins.

Feet, half in, half out
of this world, strain
supporting my weight.

Wind nudges my forehead
trying to push me back.
It isn’t strong enough,
and howls as I fall.

The cliff laughs.

“Time to wake”
Your voice startles me.
I sit up, cold sweat sticks
sheet to skin.
I reach to thank you,

remembering you are
long since gone.

Sometimes I’m not sure where I get my ideas. They just seem to pop in my head.


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