My Cliff Poem by Matt Burgett

Up on rocky ridges
With the wind blowing fast
I'm miles away from people
In the wilderness so vast

With fresh hurt on my mind
And a razor in my hand
The blood drips from my wrist
Down onto the sand

But a Cliff is my goal
To make it to the top
To fly with no strings
I'll never have to stop

Then miles away from no-where
I find the cliff I seek
I clime up to the top
Of such a rocky peak

Then dead out of breathe
The air it is so thin
I slip upon a rock
As It goes deep into my skin

I clime back to my feet
As the blood squirts out
It hurts now to the point
Were all I want is to shout

But I came here for a reason
That I intend to keep
To jump off this cliff
And fly until I sleep

So with my back to a rock
I jump out from the sky
With one intention only
To fly until I die