Life has come to a still,
and a million crossroads scatter ahead of me.
Life blurts, extending it's ashen,
bony index towards the puzzling derailed mess.
I stare at the jumbled roads,
visualising deadends around every curve -
my nimble feet refuse to budge.
Every poem I've read,
every song I've heard,
refuses to help, denies to inspire.
And I stand just a little longer,
paralysed with fear & uncertainity,
before Life pushes me over the edge.
And as I freefall,
with a dry throat & teary eyes,
I always realise that it
was never a jumble of roads -
It was a cliff.
It's always a cliff.