Contemplating Sewerage Pipe

I stand on the cliff’s edge and look down, The falling stones, I hear their resound. I close my eyes to feel the winds embrace, I sense its touch all over my face. I’m alone, No fear... The white waters pound the rocks below, If I fall... Who would know. This is my selfish experience My life is of little significance The coward’s way out I feel the wind moving about Its blowing on my back as if to say jump It would be all over in a minute with a thump But like something invisible keeping me on Though I see the happy things in my life all gone I decide not to do it, to step away Then a sudden scream I heard, aimed my way “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I slip over the edge with my face all screwing I scream and start to bawl “Urrrrrh!!!!! Arrrrrrrrrrrsehoooooooooole!!!” The fear I now feel racing through me veins And the pain I'm about to feel rushing through me brain I helplessly lash out at the cliff edge And manage to grasp hold of a protruding bit of veg I’m brought to a holt like a snap of a whip Then snap, crackle and pop I’m moving again to finish of my trip I hit the rocks with a promising thud I punch the air and say “Thank you me Lard” Well I was air lifted to hospital with, a dislocated shoulder broken ribs and two leg bones, If it weren’t for that hiker I would be ok walking home... Ps some where amongst that bit of veg If you ever climb down you'll see me teeth stuck on the cliff's edge