Standing on the
edge of sorrow
looking to tomorrow

Should I just jump
and fly a little
before the end comes near?

The mist is thick
The way unclear
All alone with my fears

The horizon
spread out beneath
my every hope and dream

Where is the light –
that bright beacon –
to pierce a soul so dark?

Should I just jump
and fly a little
before the end comes near?

{ 2013 April Poem-A-Day Challenge: Day #2 }