I look
Down.
At the
Ground.
Horrified.
The smoke
Below.
Nothing
Above.
Trapped
In a nightmare
On the
97th floor.
I have two options.
Neither
I want to face.
I look down
Again.
Tears
Blur
My vision.
I step
Over the
Edge.
Bungee
Jumping
Minus the cord.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
It
Is
All
Over
Now.
Sarah Hunt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-71/
