The CliffHanger
Standing on the edge of a cliff, And looking down below, Beneath the darkness and the swirling mists, Lies Hell's own open door! Then ofcourse, there is the rope, The only present ray of hope, At the other end, tightly bound, To perhaps, some safer ground. Hesitating to make a choice, Taking time to make a move, Will it be hope, for a new Life? Or just Death, to end all strife? Is the rope, weary and worn? In midway, will it get torn? Will the mists, that darkness crown, Rise up higher, and take me down? Will I go, or will I stay? Will I walk along Life's way? Will I from Death, face a danger? Or perhaps, remain forever, A CliffHanger? - Tathheer Fathima M.