'Abyss'

He looked at the edge
of danger and death
Movement could end him
Would it last?

Visions in his head
of people beyond the edge
make him wonder
Rejoin the past?

A final gesture
Make it all stop
Ghosts in his head
And he is alone

One move too many
And he goes home
The present opend up
So silent is his moan

The Preacher