Poems and Short Stories

At the Edge ( Story ver.)

I stand at the edge of the cliff, listening as the wind blows through my long brown hair. The raindrops drip and drop over the edge. The waves below smash and pull back against the rocks leaving them sharp and jagged. Behind me is a forest. Big gnarled trees. Thunder roars above while lightning flashes with each strike. I lean down almost if I were to jump. I go through my mind, smiling with each memory. Tears are streaming down my face. But no one can see them as they blend in with the rain. Rain and tears fall over the edge. At the edge of the cliff of which I stand on. Finally I jump. Down the 50,000 gap I go.