The Ledge

I stand on the ledge staring
Into the darkness,
It is black, blacker than 
We were ever led to believe in 
School.

You are behind me, whispering your
Oprahesque saccharine solutions
Telling me that I am good 
Enough just as I
Am.

I pull you to me
Hold you next to me on the 
Ledge
You stare into the darkness and 
Sigh.

I watch a tear course
Down your soft cheek
You now know the terrible 
Secret of my life
It is dark forever.

©2018 Mitch Smith

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Mitch Smith is writer, supportive friend to many, and doting grandfather from South Carolina.

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