

Dark Poetry
the next time
By Chad Paxton
The view from this height is spectacular
The city below is alive with lights and
sound
A multi-colored miniature playground
I breathe deeply, looking out over
Man's creation
A deep sigh, and sorrow floods my being
As I jump, my life flashes before my eyes
A few more seconds and I'll be sad no more.
But the next time I won't wake up.

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