Writing Prompt Wednesday: a poem "Sandstone"

I have decided to start posting something creative every Wednesday, based on prompts found in various places, or maybe sometimes just based on whatever pops into my head at the moment!  Today’s prompt, though, is thanks to WriteWorld!

“He wasn’t sure it would hold his weight.”

he wasn’t sure it would hold his weight, the
diminutive little ledge of sandstone, hot orange
in the midday sun. warm against his body
the cliff presses, solid, false security. i won’t let you
fall, it whispers with rough grainy texture, offering
small inconsistencies along the sheer face, small secrets
hidden from others like a lover’s special places. left for him and
only him to discover. but he knew this lover, he knew
she often lied. chalked fingers groping, searching
for a grip. two small bones wedged into the thinnest
crack, a penciled dark line racing upward, stretching
far into the cobalt sky. wind pulls
at his body, picking at every surface, every
imperfect contour. the folds of his shorts and then
his hair, sweat damp across his forehead. exertion drips
in salty trails down his neck, between his shoulders
into his eyes. he blinks, squinting, panting, arms and
legs burning, like on fire. doubts creep in, the demons singing
keening songs of failure. he thinks of falling, of all the nothing down
below. what would he consider, in those long seconds before
an instant death, the splatter? family, friends, his dog? would
it hurt, would he know, could he calculate the distance and
be aware of just the second before he hit the ground? no
there will be no failure, not today. he knows this
lover, knows she often lies. he reaches and
pushes off with one foot, swinging out, for one
dizzying second he is free, alone, bare, flying, then
chalked fingers catch, ragged nails clawing
at the nearly imperceptible ridge, rough sandstone
red and orange and hot in the sun
he hangs suspended again, one foot further
upward. it holds his weight and he
hugs the cliff again, embracing its
false security. just enough of
what he needs to keep on
climbing.

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Comments: So this came out alot cooler (at least to me, lol) than I thought it would!  Haha.  I also did something way different than I normally do with my poetry in not making every line it’s own complete sentence.  I like the flow this creates while reading, although usually this is not my favorite way of composing poetry.  I am trying to branch out stylistically though with my poems lately so I am very happy with this one overall.  Let me know what you think, though… I need outside opinions!  – JRF