Precipice
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ashann
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A poem for the uncertain.

Precipice

I find myself on uncertain ground, Straddling an impossible horizon.

On one side is day, where my consciousness thrives. On the other is night, where fatigue claims it’s prize.

For years, it seems, I have longed for sleep, For a reprieve from wakefulness and the sun’s piercing light.

But now, as I stand astride this unlikely fission, I fear what awaits within night’s unyeilding prison.

The darkness has beckoned, calling me forth - Even now it’s sweet siren reigns down on my soul .

Oh, how easy, to just close my eyes and let my thoughts be consumed, The promise of nothingness nearly impossible to refuse.

But my silhouette on the ground reminds me of light, And I owe it to myself - past and future alike

To reconsider day and all it provides, Before I make a choice, here, where two opposites collide.

I can remember hope, and the anticipation of greatness - But also despair and nights spent alone.

Laughter and desire pitted against resentment, An ever-tipping balance between dissatisfaction and contentment.

No, it’s just not enough for me to fully commit, I’d much prefer blackness and it’s long awaited calm.

Yes...I will forget about day and its promise of grief, Instead I’ll take night and it’s selfless offer of relief.

Just one step forward and I'll be forever engulfed in silence, But I think I’ll rest here for just one second longer...

I need to say goodbye to day, and pay respects to light, Then I’ll go forth and forget this place where day leads into night.

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