Defiant waves pummel and kick
striking against soaring towers
Mists and cold spray leave the edge slick
siphoning my waning powers
I stand alone on the cliff’s edge
collapsing within my despair
I crawl cautiously to the ledge
where brutal winds whip at my cares
My fingers bleed with razor cuts
sliced by the terrors that grip me
I desperately grasp at the ruts
carved by the sea’s eternity
I lay prone on the jagged ground
in submissive subjugation
My chest constricts as I look down
at Death’s beckoning temptation
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
