Now what?

How do you let go
when you look down the cliff at the raging waves
Your hands are fiercely clutching
the last length of nothing

Which way do you go next
like the small nail stuck in a wheel
not sharp enough to cause lasting hurt
deep enough to impede the passage

What should you hope for
Heed the kind that teases you
it can silently suffocate, remember
Not all hope is good hope

Knopfler croons in sweet consolation
Floyd seals the trust, working the stupefying charm
Cobain screams in gut-wrenching desolation
Vedder growls, eyes reeking of empathy

You talk in cliches while the empathy kills.

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