PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The view from my window is beautiful.

I'm so high up,

I could touch the clouds.

But despite all the beauty,

all I can feel is pain.

Standing on the ledge, I watch.

The buildings of the city are lit up,

radiant in the night.

I let go an d finally feel free,

with the wind blowing through my hair,

I drift, I soar, I fall.

The beauty still remains,

as the view from my window,

merely becomes my grave.



~*~ Jill ~*~