She stands unwanted, forgotten and high,
upon a scraper, caressing clouds and sky,
there she stands gazing at the cityscape, beautiful and vast,
with the thoughts of making this star filled memory, her last.

The smell of carbon monoxide from diminutive streets below,
rises from the heat of choking exhausts that glow,
so downtrodden her spirit from the neglect on being unloved,
she wants to end it all with a muffled scream and ****** thud.

All the pain that has broken her heart, has left her on this ledge,
pitiful and weeping with tear falling on streets below,
no one sees her tears falling on these dusty streets from above,
and no one knows she is ending her kind sweet life for love.

Would you step into her shoes and feel her heart racing,
as she comes to the conclusions that all has been is lost,
her children are in their beds sleeping they do not know,
that their mother is close to the edge and ready to let go.

Before she came up here she left a note,
saying she's sorry but just could not cope,
asking family and friends to forgive her,
into her makers hands now is delivered.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis




By NeonSolaris

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