The Edge Poem by Walter Dapliyan

I'm at the edge of the ledge,
Somehow you never know.
My grievance in the balance,
Will you pull when I fall?
My head spins and begins
To act like it's whacked
With something thumping
That made my world unfurled.
Then came the usual blame
Of this really lame game.
How much more can I pour
To your glass full of sass?
Shall I dance and prance
Like an idiot or a bigot?
If I do, will you laugh through
My attempt of contempt
Of what made the end to end?
No goodbyes nor cries,
Just a thump when I jump.
Somehow you never know.