We were on that building so tall,
How fastly you began to fall,
How hard I tried to hold your grip,
How could I have let you slip,
The ground is so far from here,
The edge I slowly neared,
There was nothing I now feared,
Iooked down at the ground below,
For now I fall so very slow,
COPYRIGHT 2008 BEN SPARACO POEMS
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Guilt can be a weight