Clinging to the cliff,
holding tight and stiff,
so, I would be dead if not for the stick on the cliff?
I'm too far from the ground and down are bricks,
ready to tear me in piece,
if I was to fall off the cliff.
I sniffed, is this the smell of death?
I wish I didn't dare
I wish it was all a thought
I was too afraid to stare
I'm afraid if I did, I may call for death
I never wanted this, wait! I'm I really in the air?
"Hang on, please hang on" the tiny heads below kept requesting
I said to myself, are you sure you can answer this request?
my hands are bleeding and my weight highly increasing
Can someone please save me, I need to rest.
I screamed in pain and regrets, yet, no one was answering.
I asked myself, is this really my time to rest?
my left hand gave up first,
now am left with a twisted right hand,
filled with pain and lots of weight.
I heard a step, and I said 'at last I won't end up dead',
where are you? she asked, 'by your left' by your left'
Two of my right fingers gave up, and in me, I was dead.
lost the grip and I was held by someone I really hate