Jumper

90 Floors up But now is my time No time to ask why The dreams and plans we had of tomorrow Are now but as dust Escape from this heating torment I must now prepare myself for nothing As those falling before As those falling after My release of grasp I go to nothing

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Nigel Fox

Date: 3/3/2011 1:05:00 PM

This is a piece about the poor folks who jumped to their deaths on 9/11 in New York ! I hoped people would pick up the jist! My poetry is so Crap !!

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 10/26/2010 11:25:00 AM

May your week be one of good health, may your heart be full of love, and your life give you amazing inspiration for your writing. I enjoyed reading your exceptional poetry and thank you for sharing it Nigel. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/25/2010 1:58:00 PM

You capture well the feelings of someone on the edge of self-destruction, Nigel. Keen insight into the dark side of human nature adds a lot of power to this poem. Well done! Love, Carolyn