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 its time, I turn around
Open my eyes and look at the ground
I picture freedom, not the hard earth
The end of my pain, a 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
Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.
Comments on The Jumper