Rooftop

I watch the hands

Of the clock

Slowly falling off,

As I ponder

Every life decision

Leading up

To this moment.

I see the mass of people

Who resemble tiny black dots.

They yell at me to stop

But I can no longer

Hear their wordless voices,

As the gush of winds

Enters my ears and

Fills my head with silence.

My clock has stopped ticking; I took my last breath.