From The Attic (poetry)

The window was open: all I had to do was jump.

From the top floor window
I watched as cars passed by and people moving along with their lives
I could see children playing hopscotch and
Mr Lewis from down the road with his canvas out while his paintbrush danced on the board
He was once in jail you know, he drove while drunk and killed his whole family.
I watched as my neighbor, Grace held on to her brother's hand so tight for last year they lost both their parents and she's never been the same ever again
How could all these people keep going even when the world keeps breaking them down, taking from them, stripping them off all they have
The cold air licked at my bare skin reminding me I was here to jump but now as I watch all these people I'm not so sure it's fair that I take the easy way out whistle everyone keeps going.