Hand grabs the edge
Trying not to fall
Such a perilous ledge
Too high, too tall
Voice cries out
Echo off the walls
A thunderous shout
No one hears the calls
Hanging by fingertips
One last desperate cry
Just about to slip
So close, almost time to die
Finally finds a voice
If only it wasn't too late
There is no other choice
Letting go; it was too long to wait
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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