Suicide

(written 08/09)

Suicide

I stepped off a cliff
just the other day
and I'm still waiting
for gravity
to have it's way.

There's nothing under
my feet
so I walk the moon
as a crowd gathers
frustrated at gravity's
hesitation
to splatter me.

While I'm hanging around
waiting in the sky
I might as well
have a good, old cry
for a life I wasted
and the decision I hasted.