Splatter on the pavement
A life comes to an end
No safety net, no pleas for help
No chance to start again.

Too much, too many struggles
No one to talk you down
Emptiness and heartache
Is all you’ve ever found.

Looking for the answers
No bullets in your gun
Sent you to the rooftop
You have nowhere to run.

The ledge barely a foot wide
Enough to step onto
Ten floors above the street lights
No one is there for you.

Nothing’s really worth it
Tired of knocking on the door
No one there to answer
Time to settle up the score.

The wind blows, the current’s strong
You wave and flail about
Too tired, too much to deal with
You wanted a way out.


Image from Google Images: bisocal.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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