I’ve peered into that bottomless pit that is regret.
Hanging by nothing but my own thread of doubt.
I’ve seen what lurks beyond my sight.
What lurks beyond that window that creeks open with every thought I endure.
With every drop of that silver rain that cascades over the cliff.
It shines as it falls deep from my view.
With just a hope that it may return enough light to disprove my theory.
The theory of something unending.
As I stand there in hopelessness.
It isn’t until I close my eyes that I see.
It isn’t until I forsaken my most used sense that I am more aware than before.
That the pit.
The one I created.