The tempest drives me again,
whipping, forcing me ever faster
towards the cliff of my despair.
I cannot stop it,
this emotion within,
this stampeding monster
that rages through my soul,
demanding, needing more.
Understanding eludes me,
for how can I understand?
When there is no one
to show the way,
to slow me down as I leap
over the edge.
The space beneath,
unimaginable,
swallowing me into its icy depths.
I let it take me,
soaring,
letting the wind rip through me as I fall.
Will you catch me?
No one will,
unless by a miracle.
Down I go,
the world passing by quicker
as my death looms before me.
So shall my despair win,
for I have no one to help stop it.
The ground rushes up,
and right before the darkness took me,
my confidence snapped.
I let go
and the peaceful black ensnared me.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017