Holding On Poem by Will Human

On a sheet of glass i stand
holding this cold flesh in my hand
suspended dangerously amist clouds and sky
should i hold on or should i fly

this flesh was once the beating core of trust
but in my hand it begins to rust
the poison coursing to deflate
what once was love, turns to hate

this poison spreads from from heart to mind
the searing pain turning blind
converting logic and reasons core
forgetting what was there before

the mind sparks, shudders, splinters and shatters in every direction
but the pain of the heart too bitterly coarse to mention
the spliting seams held only by a fraying rope -
a reluctant future from a broken hope

the anger wells and ebbs and flows
stretching the soul in it's violent throws
tossing, tearing, thralling and turning
and all this for a simple yearning

the subside of flame goes only to ice
where an infant lies in snow and cries
the soul remorseful for the loss of heat
the tearing anger, now a dripping defeat

weakened by an unstoppable frozen tear
that blinding hate now turns to fear
but the fear shows that i still love
that i can stay here above

the rope now wet is becomming frail
how long before an enavitable derail?
i want to stand here for love and hope
i want to believe that broken hope

the formidable fear tells me to leap
to fall down to an endless sleep
to take on that final free-fall rush
to just accept that freeing crush

but i cannot fly, i have to stand
far up here with flesh in hand
but how long can this rope outlast
as it holds me here, on this sheet of glass