The careless strand of hair
The aura of her being
To the edge of the high building she sits
The deep horizon lays ahead
Falls into her brown eyes
Pondering about the past
Escaping her mouth, a sigh
Fades with every memory
Chained by the horrific past
She feels the need to be set free
No longer looking down below
She longs for the way she was
And the way her heart felt aglow
Here she plans her demise
From there she plummets - to her death
And on the cement ground her broken body lies
� February 21, 2000
