Contemplating Sewerage Pipe
I stand on the cliff’s edge and look down,
The falling stones, I hear their resound.
I close my eyes to feel the winds embrace,
I sense its touch all over my face.
I’m alone,
No fear...
The white waters pound the rocks below,
If I fall...
Who would know.
This is my selfish experience
My life is of little significance
The coward’s way out
I feel the wind moving about
Its blowing on my back as if to say jump
It would be all over in a minute with a thump
But like something invisible keeping me on
Though I see the happy things in my life all gone
I decide not to do it, to step away
Then a sudden scream I heard, aimed my way
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I slip over the edge with my face all screwing
I scream and start to bawl
“Urrrrrh!!!!! Arrrrrrrrrrrsehoooooooooole!!!”
The fear I now feel racing through me veins
And the pain I'm about to feel rushing through me brain
I helplessly lash out at the cliff edge
And manage to grasp hold of a protruding bit of veg
I’m brought to a holt like a snap of a whip
Then snap, crackle and pop I’m moving again to finish of my trip
I hit the rocks with a promising thud
I punch the air and say “Thank you me Lard”
Well I was air lifted to hospital with, a dislocated shoulder broken ribs and two leg bones,
If it weren’t for that hiker I would be ok walking home...
Ps some where amongst that bit of veg
If you ever climb down you'll see me teeth stuck on the cliff's edge
Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2011
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