Darkness was
falling all around
as though
the sky was coming down.
With all the
helplessness I look up
to the sky
as though it was my last refuge.
Whole body
aching I lay there,
hanging down
the cliff with pain unable to bear.
With the
storm about to come
barely
knowing the time I have left.
My fingers
are paining, as the sharp
edges of the
rocky cut through me.
Looking up
to the sky I called him; god
whom I have
never called before, why me?
Just two
hours back, I was at home
a place full
of love, yet I was alone.
But now, all
those faces are burning fire.
I had ran
out of there with my bike,
expecting
peace here and there.
The long
brown grass moved with the winter wind,
and I
reached the best place on land,
or maybe I
thought so, not knowing the worst.
With the
fall fear captured my eyes.
Now, hanging
down I hold tight
struggling
and struggling with all my might.
Below me the
rushing sea opens up to take me.
As I clutch
tight I ask only for a chance,
A chance to
live,
A chance to
love,
A chance to
thank.
To thank you
almighty.
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