Dangling

 

 

 

It's not going to end well

 

This graceless flailing about in mid-air

 

But I, after all, begged to fall

 

So when I go splat

 

Let that be that.

 

I have no one to blame but myself.

 

 

 

Then again, I could blame you.

 

Can I?  Please?

 

I think that might warm the cockles of my heart ---

 

Because I never knew it would be so bitter and cold up here

and so far down below.

--- Darrell Arnold