F.L. Racca Sr.
Have You Ever Asked... - Poem by F.L. Racca Sr.
Can you feel it from there? You must be able to feel what I feel!
As I stand here on this jagged and deficient ledge of my life,
With eyes closed from fear of the distance fringes now left.
I hear only the beat of my heart as it struggles to elude the anguish,
And the haunting thoughts as I progress closer to what shouldn’t exist.
My reasoning begins to dissipate as I envision what lurks beyond this edge,
And my emotions begin to reflect the deception of my tortured past life.
Can I brutally submit my conscience into this facade which lay inches from me?
As I hesitate to leap into doom knowing that I am forbidden from its return,
I can only begin to retrace the sinister persecutions of what lead me here.
Was it the loneliness in being dejected and deceived by my children?
Or that I allowed myself to be so viciously devoured by a love simply not there.
It does not matter for now I stand here less than inches from this edge,
Looking down into the cold, dark blackness that awaits at the end.
Then peering back at the bitter loneliness, deception, and emotional torment,
Trying to decide, and then realizing I’m ready to cease all of nothing that is left.
Should I do it?
I often wondered what he was thinking before!
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