On The Precipice Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

You thought
She was fathoming the depth,
The distance of the fall,
The final impact,
And the pain during the end.
You thought
She was having a rethink,
Weighing in her mind
If the end
Just a fall away
Was worth going thru.
You thought
It suddenly tasted sweet,
What’s past her,
And it didn’t deserve
What she was contemplating.
They weren’t, any of them,
She hung her head in shame
That overpowered any fear
of what was coming,
as it couldn’t be any worse,
than what she passed thru
in a life never hers,
that in all her years
she couldn’t make her own.
To erase it
Once and for all
She could easily make the chasm
Pull her in.