I’m holding metal bars above the tracks
They seize, shuddering, in my fragile palms
On this so dreadful precipice of acts
I hover, watching dust settle my qualms
For shall I lie where litter makes its home?
Where cigarettes and pamphlets gather near?
Where shadows flit, tangible? Those who roam
To parts like these seek solace from their fear.
What fear have I but rest upon the rails?
Am I, in truth, now desperate enough?
No, no. I still can live with all my fails,
I’ll hang on bridges over trains, a bluff.
Cruel scales of justice, grace me not,
But I won’t jump to end my mind’s onslaught.