The chasm is
beyond the bounds of normalcy.
It drops off sudden and steep.
It is murky and dark
to the cautiously searching eye.
Those who have gone before are mute to tell
what lies on the other side
of the noise and ceaseless maneuverings
that compiles living.
The abrupt end of known existence
is unfathomable.
Its presence hovers
peripheral to life being lived,
best ignored
until that corner is turned
to find the feet placed
at the cliff
gazing fully at the unrevealed expanse,
unable to return.
Dear Diary .... by Kellianne Sweeney 
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