Mistake

Wind Bashes across the cliff face

Drowning out Summers plea to stay

The wind starts to howl the

Sound echoing, shaking the earth deep to its core

Water of a deep wash of blues and greens

Churns and engulfs the lower cliff

White spray rebounds of the rocks.

The cold breeze harshly flys through

My hair and dances across my arms

Goose bumps begin to evolve

Its getting dark and a eerie silence haunts me

A faint sound of summers plea whispers

Across my skin.

Thunder strikes and deafens all my senses

Rain showers on the moist sand on the cliff

Beach grass and daisies are toddling

Across the Cliff

I look down towards the icy water

Below throwing its self to the cliff

Then I look towards the brewing sky

Of darkness and unpredictable woe.

Summers last plea unheard 

To the body that plunged to the

Unforgiving water

The bodies cold eyes

Spiralling towards me helplessly

Like it was all a big mistake...