it feels so easy to let the world slip away.
old friends pass like water
through shriveled fingertips
on aching, time-shorn hands.
the evergreen forest outside brick walls
and fluorescent bathed hallways
falls away: rotted wood and broken rock
litter the path i so longed to take.
anticipation, i believe
brought about the ruin of me.
i spent so long waiting for the end of the trail
that i forgot to admire the
lining the way.
and now, those pillars of longevity
are no more than pillows
and crawling insecurities to take.
back on track. a choice to make.
a world to leave or
a life to ignore.
where I stand, the trail’s edge:
destruction reigns tall. yet peace is all around. a quixotic feeling
(comforting, persistent, and yet morosely unsettling)
pervades the air.
before me, nowhere to stand:
the edge of a cliff judges my character. do I stay
(swallowing my chances)