Questions

Up here on this ledge;
swaying my feel above the rushing water underneath.

I look down at the water.
It's shallow, dark, and murky.
I wonder how cold it is.

There's a train nearby.
I want to feel its wind,
to feel its power close to me.

But I'm still propped up on this bridge'
with the wind almost pushing me off.

I look up,
the clouds look like they are going to cry.
Soon their tears will soak my hair and clothes.

Maybe it'll make me heavy enough to
'accidentally' fall over the edge.

I look down..
There's sharp rocks in the river.
That'll make it fast.

The sky starts crying.
It makes me cry.
I slide closer to the edge.

The metal is slippery from the clouds tears.
And one question runs through my mind,
"Jump?"