Red Wine, Suicide

Sad eyes looking
down

 on these somber streets

of a quiet town,

Standing on a
balcony in the sky

Fourteen stories
high

Drinking red wine,

I watch people
scurry down below

I see lovers kiss

Under a park lamps
glow,

And a cab driver
yells and shakes his fist

At a drunkard
stumbling

Into the darkness;

I sip down the last
drop of wine

Then throw my glass

Into the night,

I watch it sail out
into the further

And walk inside

As I hear it
shatter,

Broken pieces
scatter on the ground

As I lay on my bed

Not making a sound,

I listen to the
glass crack over again

Over and over and
over

In my head,

With my eyes closed

I can see it very
clearly now

Bursting by the toes
of a woman in a silk gown,

I squeeze my eyes
tighter

Just to try and see

What this scene
would look like,

If the glass were me