Who Do I Poem by akingbehin daniel murphy

What do I do, now I've reached
the edge?
The cliff is steep to the plain
below.
Miles upon miles of emptry air
And no hand will I hold, but your
hand
and you are not there!
What do I do when smothering
black
Of night engulfs me... coldly dark
So dark I tingle with sudden fear
No arms do I need but your arms
And you are not there!
What do I do with a life that tells
the end of the world in a
darkened mist
But still must keep senselessly on
No love keeps my heart, but your
love
And you... you are gone!