Afterthoughts I'll Never Admit To

A Poem by Jack Cassidy

There's no space left on this ledge,
just throw me off,
I'm sure I'll drop softly,
onto the patient invisible floor,
so not to make a mess.

And there I'll be, dangling,
suspended in air with a jester's chance.
I won't be laughing anymore,
you might be.
In fact, I know you will.

You'll say to friends that his eyes held diamonds,
you might even reveal my works to this empty world,
but I won't be around,
enjoying the fruitful manifestations.

Those carcasses that provided amusement for your followers,
due to your false words and heavy petting of egos.
I may not can live with myself,
but I'll know that when I was breathing, existing,
I didn't just tell them what they wanted to hear,
honesty taunted their intentions.

The truth was delivered in so many pieces,
all of which weren't well received.
I start to feel numb all over and it's getting more difficult to stay awake,
yet I don't struggle.
But it's easy to acquire resolution with a clear conscience and when your heart has stopped beating,
then it's too late.