Pelgris

His screams surface
Feather kisses escaping as quiet words
Giving up on the things he loves
All this time
Left to contemplate the infinite
Looking into the abyss
Too close to the precipice
Feet slipping towards the edge
Remembrances of what was
As the new slips into place
Builds a fresh despair
Living without hope of joy
Giving up
When perceived obsession gives way
And all that was
Is destroyed
Rather than keep
These last minutes
Of life
Contemplating a future
Without a tomorrow