Suspense

Catch me hold me don't let go
I have 500 ft to fall
and the relief I cast
on this sheer wall
calls too much notice to
my singular state.

If a man draws near, level
with him. He will reach down
a hand, gloved with a grin---
You take it, why is it offered
while his hobnail boot bears
down on your hand
with muted force

I yanked the brake; they
know me here.
And barely,
barely can you grasp.