I’m sitting here,
As the world goes around me,
I stare at the sea,
The waves crash against the rocks.
I sigh looking into the sky,
It was dark and grey,
I look down,
The waves were black and murky.
The was silent’s…
I stood there,
Looking down the cliff,
The waves were still and clam.
I took a step to the edge of the cliff,
Breathing in the sea air,
I took another step and slipped,
I was hanging there.
My hands slipped away,
I fall…
I looked up at the cliff,
As I fall to my death.
The waves hit me,
Taking my breath away,
As I sink to the dark depths of the sea,
I say one thing to myself.
Will they miss me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow this poem gives me a real good image of what you are saying.