A picture of height

When we fear something we like to explore the fear. This poem was inspired by my fear of heights. This poem started out with the first two verses, but when I chose the picture for the post I added two more verses. 

Up went I to the highest floor

Of some random building 

That once was adored. 

I there stopped 

To catch my breath

When I fell out a window 

To a brutal death. 

I was there for a picture 

An' nothing more,

When the glass broke 

I was lost forever more. 

Down I feel like a rock 

Landing hard below 

On a cement sidewalk. 

By Evelyn Creon