PoEmS

The edge

I'm sitting at the top

Looking down I watch as cars stop

I have tried so many times hopefully I finally succeed by the ground

I bet my family doing my letter and the cops are on me like a hound

I stood up and looked down

Such a cute little town

I stretched out one leg over the ledge

Soon I will be over the edge

I leaned forward I fell

Oh well

I felt like I was flying to the ground

The wind is the only sound

I watch as the ground gets closer to me

Almost as peaceful as having tea

I'm getting really close to the cement sidewalk  and street

For a final meet

Goodbye everyone I know and love

I will be watching you from up above