by Paul Welbourn21 Jul 2013
I have stood too many hours, right here,
Weighing up reasons against and for
An action that you cannot ignore.
Will you be glad to see me disappear?
Between the torrent of metal and glass
I’ve asked for help from those who do not come,
All this pressure beats against my eardrums,
I teeter between living and breathless.
You could have helped me escape this disease
By seeing it from my point of view.
I’m pulled by gravity, pushed by you.
I close my eyes. I lean into the breeze.