My Essay

 

She's falling off the cliff

I'm holding her by the hand

I can't let her fall into deaths grip

 

The wind is rumbling

The lightning falls

The earth shakes

And her voice is gone

 

Disappearing into the turmoil 

Grasp slipping a way

She falls 

 

Gone quickly into the fog

The rain pours

And her face is now gone

Washing away all I'd held on

 

The skies now clear

The fog is gone

But all my thoughts are all long gone 

Washed away in all the troubles

But maybe next time I'll hold on strong