Unknown

It morphs into brittle slate

In the heat of the baking sun.

It rushes over the cliff's edge

As the waters gush down.

It sweeps away the warmth

Like the waters of the Atlantic.

Strangled, fighting for its life;

The embers dim, waiting,

Waiting to be rekindled.

Will the time ever come?

A distant cackling sounds,

Confidence ebbs with the tide

That washes out the warmth.

As a pebble that disturbs,

The lake's silky smooth skin,

Thoughts of you break my heart.

So unbearable are they, I wish,

Upon things that I never would.

Frightening this time it is.

I wish this to end. I wish for a way.

I choose the path, determined.

Yet, when it takes the fork

I knew it would, I am crushed.

What am I to do?