43rd Street
As I gaze upon the towering building,
suddenly it’s as if I’m looking down from it’s ledge.
My legs turn numb and it’s as if gravity is pulling me into a lean,
I stare at the concrete just feet from my vision.
Yet somehow I feel the hollow wind of a solitary rooftop,
the massive structures begin to bend in my direction.
A driving fear floods my body,
dizzy, confused and terrified.
poem by Brian Murphy
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