Grasping the edge of the ledge,
Feeling the chasm beckoning below,
An ebony unabating darkness
Pulling at my ankles is if magnetic,
My Sinews stretched
My muscles taught and screaming,
It would be easier no just to let go
But I hang on in there
Hang onto life,
I will not go down without a fight.
Because as I look hard I can still glimpse,
The miniscule shard of light,
That gives me hope ,
And inspires my fight.