Untold Depths

On the edge of my mind sits the chasm.

Around it I have built railings and hung signs.

They warn me to beware, to stay away from the pit.

Still I am drawn to it, my curiosity overwhelming.

Would the fall be so bad I often wonder.

Part of me yearns to make the jump, to find the bottom.

I hesitate, held in check by reason.

Perhaps not today, but maybe tomorrow.

By Nicholas Byrley