Stands At The Edge Poem by John Hess

He stands at the edge, looking deeply below;
Sees nothing but darkness, despair starts to grow.
How did he come here, on this road of sorrow;
Standing at the edge, will there be a tomorrow?

Remembers a time, when she was so close;
Laughter and happiness, there were no woes.
She was his world and he was hers;
Hand in hand, is how things occurred.

A family they started, two kids to see;
So happy they were, all would agree.
But as all good things, come to an end;
They're marriage dissolved, no way to mend

All that he's knows, now gone in a blink;
The life with a family, no longer in sync.
The pain he feels, weighs heavily on him;
Drowning in solitude, his life now so dim.

Now he stands alone, and the night is cold;
Reflecting on times, wishing to atone.
But the love she had, burns no more;
Caressing touch gone, eats at his core.

He stands at the edge, looking deeply below;
Sees nothing but darkness, how far will he go?
How did he come here, on this road of despair;
Standing at the edge, who will care?