Bücher von Hillary Mitchell

On the edge,Staring down at worn sneakersBarely on the concrete,Fingertips hovering on rusty rails.How many other souls stood here too?Contemplating the plunge of life and death,A simple breeze the wrong direction.Then suddenly, you're hurtling toward the end.Perhaps they never hesitated.Yet somehow, we all know they did.Each one stood and debated the pros and consJustifying their next move toward oblivion.Despite all being tainted with the same darkness,We insist that alone is all we'll ever be.Gulping desperately at fresh air, only to findMildewed hopes and dreams abandonedRevolted with ourselves, We allow that final pushInto Death's warm embrace.