Cry

Sometimes I cry
I want to know why
The reason escapes me
Now I delve
Peer into the precipice
As she taught me
I sense danger
If I loosen my grip
This chasm will swallow me
I will become null
Tempting
No fleeting desire
Only let go
I would cease to live
Without having died
My grip tightens
I see my pain
The loneliness of despair
That initial spark of terror
That day
The reason I cry
Then I don't want to know why
So I stand here in the cold
Embracing my pain
Caressing my fear
I sob quietly
Where only the wind will hear

© 2005, Mosquitobyte