THE CLIFF

by SaMmE!   Mar 14, 2006


I stand at the top of the cliff,
its dark, the waves crash below me.
my life torn to pieces,
it wasnt meant to be like that,
he wasnt meant to hit her.
now i hold the gun in my hand
the one, he used to kill her....
and himself.
now its my turn,
to use the evil weapon.
but i got to choose the place,
i wanted to end it all.
so i stand at the top of this cliff,
where lightning crashes and rain falls.
i hold the gun to my head,
i stand right on the edge,
i take 1 step over.....
i pull the trigger,
down i go and hit the waves.

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  • 18 years ago

    by PorcelainMoon

    Sweet poem loved it

    ur friend Dean.