Ledged
Many are down below,
looking up to my window.
They all shout in distress.
Calm, relax, don't stress.
Shouting my name,
signaling help.
Trying to tame,
what they cannot.
This is the end,
my last breath I you lend.
Now I leave you,
the window and the do.
Copyright © Tomas Ionescu | Year Posted 2023
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