I sit here in my room with the orange curtains drawn,

casting a false hue of serenity and warmth.

The air moves in thick layers,

dancing in the light by the crack in the curtains.

The scent of wet mattresses fills the air,

last night bedding stripped and bare.

Sounds amplified by the absence of serenity,

as moments pass like eternity.

Kids play in the street below, all i recognise and know.

Conspicuous in my absence,

I sit and i wait....

 

Eleven storey's of sun reflecting panes,

open windows cast black holes in the reflection of the sky.

The azure blue backdrop of a cloudless day,

paints a picture of perfection.

From the crack i peep, steal a glance ,

to watch the world and join in per chance.

A flash of colour from an open pane,

catches my eye, engages my brain..

Brown hair swirls in the windless flight..

Flashes of yellow as her watch catches the light.

Her brown skirt billowed inflated like a balloon,

as she jumped from the misery of her room...

" Omg " i hear them shout as i sit in dumbed contemplation,

the room is cold, like it's fell into sedation.

I want to go and say "farewell",

to say " i'm oh so sorry"

to say " i did not know you, but your desent was too much of a hurry "

But i dare not leave my room..

So i sit and i wait ....