Hanging
Tortured eyes gazing up
Grip of each hand loosening as seconds stroll by
HOW DID I GET HERE?
Don’t look down
Body sways with each breeze passing by
Like a dispatched leaf on an autumn day
The only scent this nose seems to notice is the salt from the ocean mist
Body is burning. Spirit is numb
HOW DID I GET HERE?
Wrists painted with remorse, hatred, fury
A child laughs in the distance
One last call to a tiny savior
Not heard. Not seen. Not missed
HOW DID I GET HERE?
No longer hanging. Falling. Floating. Gone
