Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28428152-20160520142144

I would wish to upload a poem I wrote some time ago. However, it was deleted, but I have since polished it up quite a bit, and if it meets the current standards now, I would like it to be uploaded

I find myself atop a towering tower

To edge over is a plummeting death

Would I jump, in the breeze my body a flower?

Or would I inhale, deep so a breath?

And turn from thoughts ever so sour

Would I jump with a reason distinct?

The purpose so understandable?

Or would it be of innate instinct?

My soul ever so damnable

Would there be anything to gain?

Would there be anything to lose?

Would I be sick of the pain?

Or would the reason to all be news?

Or would it be but of groggy tiredness?

Repetitive, oh, so, this melancholy life

Or would it be but of sickness?

I to be so sick of the strife

Or rather a taking to curiosity?

Curious to meet so mysterious an end

Or to all, am I but an atrocity?

My last damn about the world so spent

But throughout the fall

Would I flail, or would I shout?

My regret never to stall

To only fling myself about

Or would I be little but calm?

In an apathetic state of tranquility

Would I have not a qualm?

To save myself jest and humility

But the end, oh, what the hell could it be?

Perhaps a void of darkness, all so consuming

For the light, my eyes to never behold again

My Eternity ever so dooming

Or a long, lonely tunnel would I behold?

My eyes from the light to be so burning

The other side, oh, what would it withhold?

Wading forth, my eyes never turning

Or falling, would I stay?

Falling for ever all

My body to slowly decay

Wishing not for this ungodly fall

Or would there be flames, to burn my flesh, so searing?

Amongst evil souls of despair

Torment to be ever so sneering

Always gasping for one gulp of air

Or the tower, again to be atop?

Plunging again - for my soul to endure

Time’s a loop – never to stop

All over again, to be sure

Thinking this all, I step back before…

…Before such a questionable fate

This chance of death, I shall not allow once more

Oh, the thoughts of this tragic state 