The movements send me hurtling down.

this poem doesn't even make much sense to me. interpret it with an open mind and let it's ideas and feelings enter you. :)

Glaring down on me. The fates decide.

Do I live? Do I die?

So many moments, minutes, hours have passed.

Each one beating into my mind.

Smothering me with their never-ending pressure.

Pushing me to the edge.

To the edge of what?

My mind? My sanity? My very existance?

I could tick each of those boxes, all of the above.

Living my life as if it matters. But what does matter?

Do I?

No. That is certain.

How much is my life worth in comparison to another?

I do not wish to know.

My thoughts begin to overflow, drowning my emotions.

I try to escape. Clawing at the tethers of my feelings.

Begging them to reveal themselves to me.

To explain themselves to me.

They never listen.

Never do. Never have.

I take this as a sign.

These movements of time, still pushing down.

Until I fall. Or do I jump?

Am I hesitant? Or is this the path that I have chosen?

You decide.