Authored: December 22, 2017

The following is about a place in eastern Sydney called "The Gap" This poem is of this place. A poem for those who have left this Earth by this spot. I understand why. Sometimes the pain is just too much.

Here we go again, not again.
Why does this keep on happening to me?
How come I always end up feeling like crap?
I wish my life had turned out differently.

The man climbed over the protective fence
On that hot partially cloudy day
People were trying to talk him back
Yet he stared towards the horizon
Where the hazy horizon met the azure surface of ocean
Within him was a roiling mess of noise and voices
He wanted calm
Below him was a fall to the foot of the cliff
Angry waves awaited him to take him away.

I should've stayed quiet and sucked it up
I feel abandoned and let down
Why must I always prove myself?
I feel worthless
How come it feels so hard?

The man stepped forward and he felt angry
The sea breeze touched his lone tear
As he heard another person climb the fence
Trying to save him
And he stepped off....

The day I died....
And opened my eyes
The voices receded
I saw the angry waves reach up
Something to remember me by.

This place is known as Suicide Point
The gap between cliffs
Hundreds of lives have been lost here
There are signs asking people to seek help
But the fences are not high enough
For those who seek the Calm
The endless Calm.