The Abyss

Standing near the deep abyss,
I feel the grasp of danger's kiss.

Sunkin deep in hollow sand,
no one to give a reprimand.

For I teeter on the makeshift ground,
hoping that someone will hear my sound.

All I can hear is the echo's drum,
and know I am the only one.

Bending-I peer at the depths below,
and think about the life I stole.

It was not much but mine to hold,
I never meant to be so cold.

If only someone had made me stop.
as I ponder this thought...
I let myself drop.

Diana Nelson 6/27/03