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