I rest
Upon a mound
Of second chances
A mountain of regrets
Molded, by years of lost nerve

Redemption is wedged
Deep in its caverns
Its dying screams
Still wafting, around in my skull

I can never depart
From this ivory zenith
For a steep demise
Lurks all around

I’ll inch higher
In the moments
I tremor with fear

Until the wind
Is drained from my form
And the fast narrowing ground
Commands me to dive