Looking Up to See Down

{A Sonnet in Shakespearean Form}

I am the boy on top of the tower

Looking down at the red broken body

Of the boy splayed like a bloody flower

Of a mattress ripped freed of its shoddy.

His lifeless brown eyes staring up at me

As if telling, warning me not to jump

A pool of blood halos his head so wee

His fingers twitch with death's last thump.


I stare down as a crowd gathers around

The ambulance arrives with siren loud

Police men caution tape the gory ground

Pushing back the unruly gawking crowd.


I regret climbing the ladder for fun

I am the boy looking up at no one.