​A Fall

Twice upon three and once upon eleven o’clock
When the asphalt boils and cools
Contemplate being
Listen as the cars roar
and the people shout
Close my eyes , to ponder
the sensation between my fingers
Does it even have a meaning?

And so I walk across my petite room
With a decades old TV gifted to me
From a mother that could never be
Towards the mirror my sister adored
And built for that matter , But she is gone
And only I remain

Wishing to disappear
Into a world that appears
So near

A sudden collapse startles
the poor sods that live below
As I dive within
Beyond the reflection
For this is where I will live