vinnyvidivici

A poem I wrote out of the blue last night. I haven't written a poem in a long time. Let me know if its terrible or not.



The Precipice

The boy stood on the precipice
the ground before him had given way
below was nothing
black, grey, white
it didn't matter.
oblivion and abandon

The dark man was behind him
the boy could feel his presence
he need not look
he need not reach his hand back to feel for him
he knew he was there.
he was always there.
The dark man whispered
"Just one more step."
The boy looked into nothing and grimmaced
everything swirled around him
what he thought he was
where he thought he had been

The dark man whispered
"It's time."
The boy knew but couldn't agree
The boy couldn't self-destruct.
"It's time."

The boy closed his eyes and took a half step.
His eyes opened and he looked down
sheer panic, dread, contorted his brain
his knees betrayed him
he slipped off the ledge
and somehow held on with one hand

He looked up to the dark man, pleading,
sobbing.
The dark man brought his foot to the boys little fingers
he ground into them like a discarded cigarette
"I'm sorry" the dark man whispered
as the lava poured from his eyes
the boy dropped.
Never to be again.