The light of the sun Has disappeared behind a cloud- A cloud of concrete and despair- It never breaks and the sky never clears. I have no wings- Neither white nor black And have forgotten how to fly. The wind has stopped- Would it start again if I jumped? Would I remember how to soar?Or would I fall to my death And be crushed upon the concrete below- Below the concrete, Above the concrete, I stand at the edge of the building’s roof And look, A question in my eyes.
Images by Michael Whelin
