Death Fall

by John   Oct 22, 2008


Standing on top of a
Building.
Looking up in the sky,
Asking god why,
Turning around and feel the breeze,
lending back,
closing my eyes
with a tear coming out.

Feeling nothing but air.
I wish this could happen to me
earlier.

falling, falling.
Looking up at the sky before I hit the ground.
I wish could change thing,
But I don't have that power.

It ends here.
Leaving this world behind.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Cassie Cain

    Great poem, keep up the good work!