Who pushed me?

was the question

rattling in my head

But what did it matter

if I was soon to be dead?

I did not see my life

pass before my eyes

Just the smeared waterfall

of clouds and painted skies

I was moving faster

Like never before

The noise in my ears

was only a roar

But my head was clear

and my fists were clenched tight

As I pondered the answer

during my brief and rapid flight

Because my attacker

was not joking around

The one who pushed me

wanted to find me on the ground

Break me, crush me,

pinch me between their fingers

But still inside me

the thought still lingers

If it was one of my teachers

waiting for work never done

Or maybe a "friend"

whose idea of fun

Was to push people out of buildings

to see if they would survive

Although at this rate I

Doubt I would make it out alive

But the idea just occured to me

Perhaps it was someone else

No friend would care to go that far

And no teacher knows where I dwell

My parents would never dare

And that leaves no one but one

It shakes me to my flying soul,

Regret at what was done

Because it seems that who pushed me

Had an answer after all

And the answer was that it was I

who started the fall.