Somewhere into the Night

Standing at the edge,
I gaze into the void.
A valley of nothingness spreads below me.
As my hours grow closer,
time starts to slow.
I feel my body growing cold and numb.

What will be left
when blood turns to earth,
when my memories are lost to decay?
My mind floods with echoes of the past,
recollections that linger effortlessly.

So many hours merge into days,
days transform into years,
passing before me
in a haze of recollections,
revealing my deepest fears.

Have you ever stood on that precipice,
wondering if anyone heard your voice?
Desperate to know
if you’ve touched a life
before taking that final step
into the night?

A hesitation grips me,
halting my last step.
Minutes close in,
my skin grows clammy.
I am left contemplating this fate.

How many chances have slipped away
while moments passed me by?
Too many days drifted this way
until I reached this crossroads in time.

Will nothing of me endure,
not a shred of memory left behind?
Will death erase me today,
vanished without a trace?

Have you ever stood on that edge,
wondering if anyone heard your voice?
Desperate to know
if you’ve made a difference
before taking that final step
into the night?