Fear Of Falling

Fear Of Falling short poem

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Thinking, contemplating my current situation.
Scared.
The lights of the city are turning down.
From this view I can see everything.
I’m watching her come down for the night. Helping me to not come down alone.
Slowly, dying together.
From here I could almost fly, and I wish I could.
I want to spread my arms and soar over her, my fingers reaching out to caress her as she drifts to sleep.
From here I could hold her, I’m wanting her to hold me.
A warm embrace.
Bathed in the light that she burns in the cold air of evening.
The city that surrounds me.
But it won’t happen..
I can’t fly.
I can only fall.
And though I know this, I’m standing on a ledge.

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