the last cliff

the last cliff by anelephantcant

the last cliff by anelephantcant

he falls for her completely
it is not hard to understand
her hair the colour of mountain midnight
her skin the shade of burning sand

he loves her in broad daylight
and in the darkness where they met
yet she remains somehow intangible
like an elusive silhouette

he remembers when she welcomed him
like a flower does a bee
but now that springtime’s over
she quickly casts him free

he wonders where he went wrong
thinks of perhaps maybe what if
but it is too late to hold her
he tumbles over the last cliff

he has no hope of salvation
and less chance of survival
he sees the rocks sit patiently
awaiting his arrival

so now his end is imminent
he still feels it does not matter
his life is pointless anyway
he never can forget her

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5 Responses to the last cliff

  1. Anja says:

    hmmmm…..all dots connected. Karma?


  2. emmylgant says:

    Merveilleusement dechirant.


  3. Gyslaine L. says:

    J’adore ce poème mais c’est tellement triste. Il y a tant de chagrin dans ces mots. Have a good weekend 🙂


  4. camgal says:

    Omg such beauty and sadness wrapped into one. Well done AnElephant, 🙂


  5. Al says:

    That is so sad, and really good


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