On Top of the World

A poem about being on top of the world.

It’s a joy when I’m screaming from the tops of the roofs, acting manic in a foolish way. I’ll hang on the edge, with a hand on the brick. It’s a joy to see you shouting for me. Maybe dance a little closer and I’ll look back to see you wonder if I’m a poser. I’ll probably look to the ground, a hundred feet above the town. It’s a joy. Wonder if I’ll fall today. Splatter on the ground below me. I see another hundred street cleaners ready with hoses and their brooms pushing toward me. Stop looking back at me. You’re not running after me. Do not try to grab as I’m making the decision. I’m over, staring at a portrait. Living inside for the love and for the moment. Staring at the world below. Maybe I’m going to take one last leap of faith. Goodbye mom, and goodbye dad. This is the end for me, fade to black. I’m not looking back now and my mind is made up. I’m gonna live today.

Reviews

[T]

Choosing to live another day when black is the color of our soul,until it's not again. Poets always have this way of expressing what others fear to say. Your poetry is moving, thank you for sharing!

[Riddhi]

Wow..You are indeed great as a writer...I loved the way you wrote this...
Well done and keep it up..
Keep on writing..

[GothGranny]

Very intense poetry, Splattercore. You're a gifted writer. Thanks for taking the time to review my poem.
I always like getting feedback.

[splattercore]

Wow, that really means a lot! Thank you so much!

[GothGranny]

You're welcome, keep on writing.

[writ rajat]

Very nice to read this fantastic poem

[splattercore]

Thank you very much!