The dawn's first light revealed
An empty, mangled soul.
Prostrate against the shale,
It was you.
With unease we bent and kneeled
Over the cliff's rust flecked brim,
Anxious to steal a glimpse of
What lay below.
Adrift in the vast strands of grey
Against the concrete cliffs.
Once the gasps and sobbing ceased
Most withdrew and slipped away.
Prostrate against the shale,
It was you.
You told me
To always
Stay alive
Adrift in the vast strands of grey
Against the concrete cliffs.
You told me
To always stay alive.
Prostrate against the shale,
I am you.