A great building in the distance

Stretching high above the ground

I go up to the roof

Stand on the ledge

I stretch my arms to feel,

To feel the great breeze


A crowd forms below

They scream, they yell




They yell, they scream

They chant, they even sing




This great view

Was all I wanted to see

But this crowd full of hatred

Screamed for my innards

Like vultures they seemed




As I started to climb back down

I felt a shove

The crowd cheered

As I fell towards them


americancommie americancommie
18-21, F
2 Responses Jul 5, 2007

thank you

I liked your poem for some reason. <br />
(maybe it seemed so real or something like that) Anyway cheers!