Nothing But Air

The cool concrete is beneath me

My bare feet feel the rough

(They’re numb with cold)

My fingers curl around the handrail

But this is not enough

 

 

I step up, onto the lowest bar

(The metal’s cold, so cold)

And I can see the pavement below

As I lean out over the edge

Take a good look before I go

 

 

If I go over I’ll fall straight down

Nothing will soften the landing

(There’s only concrete and passing cars)

But this is what I want, it must be

And yet my heart is pounding

 

 

I climb over the rail and now

There’s nothing between me and the air

(There’s no breeze, just a numbing cold)

But as I step forwards into nothing

I find that I don’t care…