Standing on a cliff side


Waiting for the fall


Staring down at turbulent waters


Listening to the sea birds' call


The black waves roiling


Curling against jagged rock


Inner emotions boiling


Like prisoners under your figurative lock


'To be or not to be, that is the question'


But if you decide to continue to be


Could you suffer the frustration?


The frustration in the trials of the world


You debate the matter with a furrowed brow


As the impatient waters below you swirl


Slamming you back into here and now


You decide you need to give up


You put down that dagger and forfeit the fight


A brutal reminder that you’ve had enough


As you give yourself up to the currents of life