A dull flash, it would be,
looking at the descent,
nothing to repent
Life has been a trial so far,
without much treasure,
the ground ever so inviting,
from the top of this glass column
Splat,
you’d go,
the bird poo goes,
sirens, distant chatter,
howling winds
Moments ago this was you,
now you find yourself in a loop,
racing down stairs, flight by flight,
you’re sure you remember that fizzing light
Every time,
113, 112, 111,
bang on the door and out to the roof
But
that makes no sense,
you leave again, taken,
aback every time
Luck is against you,
the world is against you,
everything you do is futile,
life, still unfruitful
Stopping, frozen, stuck,
in this horrendous loop,
be it the usual
Work, sleep, rise,
and ultimately fall
It’s time to face the facts,
it returns, the urge to act,
act upon the negative,
accept that this is what it is,
stepping back through the door to the roof,
into the grand blue abyss
Just like before,
splat you’d fall…
“nice hat”
A singing voice chirps
“comfy at that”
“you could jump if you want, but that would be that”
Bemused by the noise, coming from above but ever so close,
you reach on top of your head,
on top of your baseball hat
“get off, how dare you”
“we haven’t even been introduced, silly youth”
Youth, you ponder
My youth is gone, along with any will,
no more, except one, thrill
The bird, so brazenly speaking to you,
lands on the edge of the building
“how about, you show me your life”
“show me the horror and strife”
You feel a spark, maybe it would be worth it
I mean this is a talking bird,
on the edge of a building sat,
they even like your hat
“let’s see how bad it is, that you would end it all”
“to be honest, even I wouldn’t want to experience this fall”
With an unexpected rise of hope,
you step back,
away from being lost
You sit with the bird,
who has captivated you and probably, most likely,
changed,
your,
life