Precipice

I

stand

on

this

cliff.

Flooded with feelings.

Hidden away.

Fears that are new.

Not sure where they fit.

Where do I put them?

Or are they all mine?...

Are they imagined?...

Fragments of dreams?...

They feel just like memories...

Taking up space.

Always returning.

Too wrong to be real.

All of the times

that I close my eyes.

Oh, so tight...

I try not to see.

I don't want to see.

All that is ugly.

All that is me.

Standing alone.

On

the

edge

of

a

precipice.

Set

me

free.