Falling

• Nick Bell, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2004

As I look across from the cliff so high
I feel I can touch the sky,
I reach out to grab a star-
but then I've reached too far,
I feel my feet slip and slide,
as down the cliff I glide.
FAlling so hard and fast,
I can bearly even gasp,
my screams are drowned by the air,
I really think this isn't fair.
I feel the air rush past my face,
as my brain is thinking at a slower pace,
as I falldown, down, down,
I imagine what it will feel like when I hit the ground,
even though I want to scream,
I close my eyes and wait.