Tryst with death

With fear and anger I stood on the cliff

a jump, a splash; I breathed, mid-air

thoughts ran vivid- touching every breath

of silence and death- loneliness

I opened my eyes, the world was slow

they stared at me, mop and mow

I waited to submerge- touch the water

I already imagined a tryst with death

it was cold and icy around, it seemed

would meet eternal silence sometime later

the journey prolonged, heart-beats were mild

no excitement remained, just weightlessness

how will it be to not able to breathe?

so much pain- will die or survive?

Why am I dying, I thought out loud?

Am I dreaming again? Lord, help me revive!

With a zing and a startle, I looked around

It was the same old pen, paper and no sound!

P.S.:- Trying my hands on anything I see over internet. Submitted this for InkBlood as well.

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