On the Eight Floor
I live on the eighth floor
in a small flat
all alone.
A pair of windows in the flat
open outward.
Its terrifying.
I've put strong grills
on the windows.
Not that I apprehend danger
from outside. At this height
none dare intrude from outside.
The danger lies within me
terrible things happening around -
this isolation and boredom -
could any day force me
to jump out of the window.
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