On the Edge

I lie on my bed, and sleep.

Then I wake up, go to school and go home.

I messed up, pretty bad, nobody knows, but it’s there.

This thing is too tight. I need to loosen it a little bit.

Soon I will be gone.

Soon enough I’ll be flying.

So let this closure be,

The best it could ever be,

The best thing ever happened to me.

So I hopped on the book stacks,

Remembering friends from college,

Remembering Ellise,

Reminiscing memories,

Replaying flashbacks, there is no turning back.

But this thing is too tight. I stepped down.

And down.

And sat down. The shirt is all wet.

I lie on my bed, and sleep.

I wake up, go to school and go home.

I messed up, pretty bad, nobody knows, but it’s there. 

In Me.

(A, 2014)