I look <br />Down. <br />At the <br />Ground. <br />Horrified. <br /> <br />The smoke <br />Below. <br />Nothing <br />Above. <br /> <br />Trapped <br />In a nightmare <br />On the <br />97th floor. <br /> <br />I have two options. <br />Neither <br />I want to face. <br /> <br />I look down <br />Again. <br />Tears <br />Blur <br />My vision. <br /> <br />I step <br />Over the <br />Edge. <br />Bungee <br />Jumping <br />Minus the cord. <br /> <br />Falling. <br />Falling. <br />Falling. <br /> <br />It <br />Is <br />All <br />Over <br />Now.<br /><br />Sarah Hunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-71/
