On the edge of the world, I stand alone,
the sea roars beneath me, a restless beast;

its waves crash like thunder, a symphony
of chaos, churning in the gray embrace
of storm clouds, heavy with unspoken truths.

I feel the weight of the air, thick and charged,
as lightning dances, a warning in the dark.

The horizon trembles, a line of fate,
where sky meets water, where dreams dissolve
like salt in the brine, swept away, forgotten.

I gaze into the depths, seeking answers,
but only the wild wind answers my call;

its voice a haunting echo of my thoughts,
reminding me of the fragile thread I walk,
of life, of loss, of the inevitable.

Each breath is a battle, each heartbeat a choice.

Standing firm against the tempest’s embrace,
I ponder the fleeting nature of existence,
the storm, a mirror reflecting my own strife;

and I am but a shadow on this cliff,
waiting for the storm to break, to free me.