Standing on edge

There I was standing on the edge

Looking down and looking back.

I look down because I’m going to jump,

I look back to see if anyone is around to stop me.

No one is around so I thought.

There he was right as I was thinking

About jumping was a man.

I couldn’t see him very well

But I could tell he was standing there.

I knew no one would be around

To tell me that they love me

Or would even miss me.

He comes closer and is more

Visible to me and I know him

It can’t be who I think it is.

It was one of my friends.

I am getting closer to the edge as

He gets closer to me.

He is talking to me but I don’t seem

To hear anything he is saying.

I’m getting closer and closer to the edge

And he’s getting closer and closer to me.

I’m about to go when next

Thing I know I feel strong arms

Being wrapped around me.

He tells me he would miss me and that

I shouldn’t do it because he would be hurt.

I didn’t think anyone cared but

I now know that he does.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

A sad but familiar theme. A subject
which everyone knows but turns a
blind eye to. I have a similar write
called the edge you might want to
look into. Nicely done and thanx for
the share.

[An owl on the moon]

Your words carried such a sorrow, of that emptiness we feel when we sense that no one cares or even notices us. What a hope that filled your last lines. Excellent, moving write.

[Orlando Murcia]

It's crazy how we feel no one loves us until

we have to test them to see

Great write