I look out over the canyon and a deep abyss
sits gloomily beneath me.
So dark are its depths, so soul-crushing its
very nature; the brightest spirit would turn
melancholy in its throes.
The light of hope awaits on the other side;
its gentle voice calls to me.
Yet, so strong is the abyss's wailing temptation,
a desire to surrender to disregard hope.
I kneel down, gazing further, finding its promises
much more fulfilling.
What hope could I cling to? How could it pierce
the hardness of my heart?
Even the slightest joy cannot reach me; it has
been wrung from me as if I were a sponge.
The abyss delivers hope of suffering ending; a
numbness to the strain of life.
Hope's light has grown dim as the abyss's blackness
consumes my sight.
Should I plunge I will find relief, yet will I regret
The years ahead offer no joy; tedious and cycling do
they appear to be.
Lest I pass life by and find myself on my deathbed,
what will I have not seen?
A quick life I will have lived, but will it be a fulfilling one?
The abyss grows louder and its promises tug on my
heart; its alluring pull I cannot resist.
I tumble into its depths as Hope's light fades away.