From high up yonder

I look so small,
On top this wall,
Though I feel so tall,
I collapse and fall,
Can you see me,
From high up yonder?

The wind caressing,
My adrenaline pressing,
My body stressing,
My senses messing,
Does my fall seem so short,
From high up yonder?

The memories long since gone,
During my fleet from the rising dawn,
Seeing myself as merely a pawn,
But yet again I misjudge my brawn,
But I doubt you can tell,
From high up yonder.

The ground appears to growing,
I feel giddy to see where I am going,
While my thoughts continue flowing,
Though I doubt that this is showing,
For you are miles away,
From high up yonder?

Here it is, the climax, the smack,
Sudden shots from an anxiety attack,
Then in my resolve appears a crack,
Too late now there is no turning back.

A latent crash with a chilling smash;

I doubt you notice this, my pain, my end,
Or perhaps you do and choose to pretend,
That I am not worthy to care or to defend,
Well whatever the reason I hope you contend,
With the reality that you can't see,
From high up yonder...