As I gaze upon the towering building,
suddenly it’s as if I’m looking down from it’s ledge.
My legs turn numb and it’s as if gravity is pulling me into a lean,
I stare at the concrete just feet from my vision.
Yet somehow I feel the hollow wind of a solitary rooftop,
the massive structures begin to bend in my direction.
A driving fear floods my body,
dizzy, confused and terrified.
You just made people who are scared of heights...be scared of lows to :) Very good 10/10
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I've been there 43rd St., Manhattan, NY... nice city...nice descriptive verses well done... Ency Bearis