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