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by Snake
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1068469
"A birdseye" view of a suicide...not for the faint of heart or the younger set.
The Jumper

Stepped through the window shuddering
Sick at heart, shaking and muttering
On to the concrete strip of my death
Facing the wall and seeing my breath

Creeped on the ledge as the city slept
For my lost love, I bitterly wept
Dark and cold as I hugged the wall
Wanting to jump, afraid to fall

She led me here, to take my own life
Untrustworthy woman I made my wife
Remembering the pain of her neglect
As I gave myself time to reflect

No other love could restore my soul
Bitterly broken, a hapless fool
Knowing it's time, I turn around
Open my eyes and look at the ground

I picture freedom, not the hard earth
The end of my pain, selfish rebirth
Fearing a slip, I step out and drop
Flying in blackness, now I can't stop

Free of her now, I sail toward my death
The rushing wind has taken my breath
Designed to destroy her, my upcoming end
I realize with pain, she'll probably mend

Clarity comes, revealing my haste
Too late I learn my death is a waste
I hear myself screaming, a terrible sound
My final thought, before hitting the ground
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