Roof Tops & Roads

*so I haven't posted in a very long time! sorry about that! but here's a poem I wrote while still in school (sucks to say that). I'll have some new one's coming soon :)

He stands on the roof and looks out.
Spread out before him is the landscape of his childhood.
He closes his eyes and lets the wind brush against his face as he remembers.
He lets the deception of good times bring him back to when he was a boy.
For years he has contemplated this moment,
yet feared it at the same time.
He knew the day would come when,
if pushed far enough,
the end would be too near.

Finally, that time has come.
The wind blows just strong enough
and
he falls. (or does he jump?)

He’s carried weightless, towards the cracked pavement down below.
With a melancholy smile plastered to his face
He has no idea that his bones will shatter,
like an old storm window,
when a child hits it with a stone.