Neville

The Long Drop

The Long Drop

I am the long drop

    That wakes you

        In the dead of night

I am the dull ache

    You mistook for some

        Kind of heart attack

I am that phone call

    You always knew

       You would receive one day

I am that voice

     In your head the one that always

          Tells you to jump or burn yourself

I am that first grey hair

     The one that caused

         You to panic in the fast lane

I am the shadow and unfamiliar

       Sound outside your bedroom door

              When you are home alone

I am the discoloured lesion

     You discovered during your last

           Self examination ritual

I am the consequence

     Of you daring to walk under ladders

            Without a raincoat or umbrella

I am your worst guilt trip

     And the port wine stain on your

              New white blouse

I am all the things you love to hate

      So much about yourself

            But can not live without