High above the city

Hiding from the crowds

Looking down upon them

Peering through the clouds.

High above the city

Finding landmarks, I have to search

The buildings all look minature

Viewed from my lofty perch.

High above the city

There’s not a soul to be seen

Reflecting on my wretched life

I think what could have been.

*just wrote this for a quick warm up before writing my crime story today