The Long Way

I stared, longingly, into a vast abyss, feeling perfect bliss, yet something was amiss.

Impaired, a song in me did unfold, from memories that scold, scars that were old.

So old! Still they hurt like a reply too curt from a lover’s mouth, an insult too cruel to assert.

A phantom bold will fray the edge of a mind on the ledge, split on each side of a wedge.

I fell—

and there!—

was no one,

to catch me.

The only way:

down.

The long way,

which I knew

all too well

would be

my last glimpse

of Heaven

Before

I conquered

Hell.