Sitting On The Edge Of The Brink Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

I could go for a swim down the bend,
floating down coursing through to no end.
I wonder if people see me sitting here,
what do they think, do they even care?

I can see no light through the shadow of the wood,
but there's no reason to fear what's misunderstood.
Trunks are hosts of spears and spider's web,
piercing the air, weaving the hollow's hedge.

Whip me, sting me, oh break my skin.
Fill me, kill me, tell me I've sinned.
These rocks at my feet are giving way,
but it's alright, I was never meant to stay.

Let me sink, watch me drown,
keep your mouth shut don't make a sound.
Let my ankles break in the icy brink,
just walk right by, don't stoop to drink.

I'm letting it take me by and by
around the bend until I die.
I won't swim in this icy void,
I want to submerge in my soul destroyed.