Gravity Calling Poem by eathan Scala

All I see is the sunset now. With all but an empty stare feeding
My mind
I walk here with numbing blue feet on raindrops falling

Whispers crying for me from behind
From this rooftop…I pretend not to hear them calling

Slow steps are taken. On this rooftop wet, drowning under rain
These feet now frozen yet taking me there for I’m stripped off fear

Now and later on that edge of no more pain
Drawing closers coming patiently, slowly near

Sounds of the city preparing for the winter night

Cars passing down below…people walking all to witness
What i am about to do..

is my only success...I shall not fight

Leaping gently, free falling in reason…my strength
Or my weakness?