Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Foretelling

I'm looking over a steep cliff,
And see the river far below,
Flowing so fast. I wonder if
I fell, then who would ever know.
My family is far away.
They only know I took a walk.
It would be much later today
Before my absence caused some talk.
The ground gives way under my feet.
Falling, I grab a ledge and hold.
Fiction and real suddenly meet.
I'm stuck. My yells echo back cold.

I'm losing grip. My hands are numb.
I don't think any help will come.