I look down, a note clenched in my hand
The note is only two words long, for only two are needed.
The cars and people hurry fast below me.
They don't know what is about to happen
Ten stories above the crowds.
I take a deep breath,
Smile,
And jump.
I felt like I was flying
High above the world.
The people below stop, so do cars.
They point at the small figure hurtling down
Some scream, others just stare, horrified at what they're witnessing.
As they crowd around my body, one sees the note.
They open it
And it says
Blame Them.
YOU ARE READING
The Poet
PoesíaThis is like a window to my soul, look in, see the sights. Should it not please you, put a curtain over it, I won't mind. *send a poem if you want me to post it!*
