The Last Moment Before My Jump

I stand at the edge of my cliff

Soft grass carressing my skin

As I stare at the crashing waves against the harsh cliff

Sun dazzling of the crest of hundreds of waves

A beautiful last scene

To hold in my mind

The wind flows through my hair

Urging me to committ the inevitable

I fly high over the sea

Before I crash into the violent waves below

As my mind goes black

And my heart stutters to a stop



Wow! That was pretty amazing. (: 



Thank  you! I adapted it from an earlier version I wrote a little over a year ago

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