As I stand before the cliff,

I look back and wonder.

As I stop and take a whiff,

I smell fear, hear thunder.



As I stand in swirls of pain,

My head goes blank in sheer grief.

As from clouds pelt loudly rain,

Lightning strikes a moment brief.



As I stand atop the green,

I am drenched in misery.

As I saw the unforeseen,

My head goes fairly dizzy.



As I stand before the cliff,

As far I can I lunge.

As though a rock I'm scared stiff,

Not long before I plunge.