Catch Me, I'm Falling

I'm standing on the top of a skyscraper
wondering, about this life
I’m seeing colors all around
blood red, jet black

Will you miss me when I’m gone?
Don’t. I’ve been there all along
I’m seeing your faces
flash across my blank eyes

How will you remember me?
If you remember me at all
I wonder how I'll remember myself
The last time I’ve seen my face

I wish I could enjoy this
the wind fighting gravity against my skin
I must look beautiful, elegantly falling from the sky
like a dying angel,
only peaceful when dead

Poem by awkward silence

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