Cliff Falling

Falling off the cliff you can realize
Your mind is not in focus
Your senses are out of whack
Mother Father Maybe sister or brother
Your hands are pale
Your lips have gone purple
Each breath is a gasp for air
Life is short but yet feels so long
Your feet fly up
Your legs kick away the pain
Your arms try to grab the air
Dog Cat or maybe non of that
Grace your mind of all the times
Friends have called
Or played the fiddle
Fun is a three letter word always misinterpreted
Your tears evaporate along with all your previous hate
The chill of the air tickles your spine
For now you know it is your time
Come in wrinkly go out the same
Fall off the cliff
And regain your sane.