Over the Edge

Ironically it's you that's saved me,
so far, from diving, headlong

over the edge.

I swallow my sorrow and hide it away,
but my emotional cellar has almost flooded.

Soon will be time to start bailing out,
for I need to rinse away these poisons.

As waves they swell and retreat,
edging closer and closer
to my sandcastle of sanity.

And if I admit to myself what I know I should
I just might plummet,

Over the...