I
a derelict
crumbling, was picked to
come tumbling down.

On the way I stopped to say,
the view was quite good.
(trees for the wood)
comes to mind but I was blind to that near and
only feared from afar.

Falling is not quite the calling that I thought it would be,
the ground being ground
was much harder than me and
it hurt when I hit.
A destitute,
no parachute
no surprise.